THE 


LIBERAL  HYMN  BOOK, 


A   COLLECTION    OF 

LIBERAL    SOi\TGS 

n:n  i  0  POPULAR  TUNES. 

I   FOR     USE    IN     LIBERAL    LEAGUES    AND    OTHER 
MEETINGS,  AND    IN    LIBERAL    HOMES. 


Edited  by 
ELIZA  BOARDMAN   BURNZ. 


The  one,  sole,  sacred  thing  beneaththe  cope  of  hewn  is  MAN 

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Jo  do  good  is  my  Religion.    Thomas  Paine. 


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LIBERAL  HY&^H!^ 

A   COLLECTION    m?^-^  _ 

LIBERAL    SONGS 

ADAPTED  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 


FOR     USE    IN    LIBERAL    LEAGUES    AND    OTHER 
MEETINGS,  AND    IN    LIBERAL    HOMES. 


Edited  by 
ELIZA  BOARDMAN  BURNZ. 


The  cue,  tole,  sacred  thing  beneath  the  cope  ofheven  is  MAN. 

Whittier. 

Let  me  make  the  ballads  of  a  people  and  I  care  not  who 
makes  the  laws. — Andrew  Fletcher,  1667. 


NEW  YORK: 

BURNZ  &  CO.,  PUBLISHERS, 

24  CLINTON   PLACE, 

1880. 

Copyright  1880,  by  Burnz  &  Co. 


To  the 
SPIRIT    OF  FREE  INQUIRY, 

which  seeks,  earnestly  yet  reverently, 
for  knowledge  on  all  subjects  per- 
taining  to  human  Existence,  "Welfare 
and  JProgres,  this  book  of  Liberal 
Songs  is  trustfully  dedicated. 


Pkeface. 

This  collection  of  Liberal  Songs  is  of- 
fered to  the  frends  of  free  thought  in  the 
belief  that  such  a  book  is  needed  and 
that  it  will  be  acceptable. 

At  the  present  day  Music  constitutes 
no  inconsiderable  portion  of  the  enter- 
tainment usually  provided  for  social  and 
religious  meetings,  and  there  is  no  rea- 
son why  Liberals  should  not  strengthen 
and  encourage  themselves  and  their  breth- 
ren by  the  sweet  voice  of  song,  while 
they  at  the  same  time  attract  others  to 
their  communion.  To  omit  to  sing  lib- 
eral songs,  is  to  neglect  a  very  effect- 
ive means  for  extending  the  domain  of 
free   thought. 

Altho'  the  songs  in  this  book  ar  of  very 
varied  character,  it  has  been  the  aim  of 
the  compiler  to  introduce  no  song  objec- 
tionable in  either  spirit  or  words  to  that 
broad  and  generous  Liberalism  which 
regards  the  beliefs  of  the  past  as  steps 
by  which    humanity   has    ascended;  and 


VI  PREFACE. 

which,  consequently,  tho'  open  to  criti- 
cism from  our  present  standpoint,  ar  un- 
fit   subjects    for  sneers  and  vituperation. 

Every  verse  of  the  "Songs  of  Standard 
Poets"  is  given  without  alteration,  as  it 
appears  in  the  authorized  editions  of  the 
works  of  each  poet.  Many  of  the  "Songs 
to  Popular  Tunes,"  and  some  of  those 
which  follow,  ar  materially  modified ;  some 
in  sentiment,  some  in  measure,  some  in 
length.  The  author's  name  is  appended 
wherever  known,  and  if  the  verses  ar 
considerably  changed  the  word  "  adapt- 
ed "  is  added.  Many  excellent  poems 
ar  omitted  because  they  cannot  be  sung 
to  any  wel-known  tune.  In  the  first  half 
of  the  book  a  suitable  tune  is  suggested 
for  each  song.  In  the  latter  half,  when 
the  meter  is  given  without  a  tune,  the 
^musical  leader  of  the  occasion  can  select 
some  tune  named  in  connection  with  pre- 
vious songs  which  hav  the  same  mesure. 

It  is  fitting  that  a  book  publisht  espe- 
cially for  the  frends  of  Progres,  should  be 
printed  in  simplified  spelling.  Persons 
who  hav  expanding  minds,  which  forbid 
their  clinging  too  closely  to  old  forms 
of  any  kind,  wil  surely  look  with  toler- 
ance, if  not  with  decided  favor  upon  the 
few  reformed  spellings  here  introduced, 
altho'  they  do  change,  unavoidably,  the 
familiar  appearance  of  some  words.  The 
alterations  ar  made  by  the  omission  of  a 
few  useles  letters,   and  ar  in    accordance 


PKEFACE.  VU 

with  the  five  rules  of  the  American   Spel- 
ling Reform  Association  slightly  modified. 

1.  Omit  a  from  the  digraf  ea  when  pronounst  as  e- 
short,  as  iu  hed,  helth,  etc. 

2.  Omit  silent  e  after  a  short  vowel,  as  in  hav,  giv, 
activ,  etc.,  except  words  ending  in  ce. 

3.  Write/for ph  in  such  words  as  alfabet,  fantom,  etc. 

4.  When  a  word  ends  with  a  double  letter,  after  the 
regular  short  sounds  of  a,  e,  i,  o,  u,  omit  the  last,  as 
in  shal,  clif.  eg,  etc. 

5.  Change  ed  final  to  t  when  it  has  the  sound  of  t,  as  in 
lasht,  imprest,  etc.,  except  after  ce, 

The  observance  of  these  five  rules  does 
not  make  our  orthography  fonetic,  nor 
wil  the  new  spellings  of  derived  words  be 
found  in  all  cases  consistant ;  it  is  simply 
desired,  by  means  of  these  few  simplified 
spellings,  to  call  public  attention  to  the 
fact  that  a  revision  of  our  "  monstrous 
orthography"  is  in  progres,  and  also  to 
accustom  readers  of  these  songs  to  some 
of  those  fonetic  spellings  which  wil  un- 
doubtedly form  part  of  English  orthog- 
rafy  when  it  is  fully  revised. 

Criticisms,  corrections  of  errors,  the 
supplying  of  omissions,  and  contributions 
of  other  suitable  hymns  which  can  be 
added  to  a  second  edition,  wil  be  accep- 
ted with  plesure. 

Eliza  B.   Bubnz. 
24  Clinton  Place  N.  Y. 


CONTENTkS, 


DIVISION.  NO.  OF    SONGS. 

SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS 1—30 

SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES 31-  Co 

SONGS  OF  PROGRES 66-  74 

SONGS  OF  NATURE 75—  78 

SONGS  OF  WORSHIP 79—  81 

SONGS  OF  REASON 82—  86 

SONGS  OF  FREEDOM 87—  90 

SONGS  OF  HUMANITY 91—101 

SONGS  OF  LABOR 102-103 

SONGS  OF  TRUTH  AND  RIGHT 109—115 

SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  CHARITY 116-128 

SONGS  FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS 129—142 

DOXOLOGEES Page  124 


Liberal  Songs 

ADAPTED  TO  POPULAE  TUNES. 


Songs  by  Standard  Poets, 

— o — 
I  .  THE  OLD  AND  NEW. 

L.  M.  Tune— Old  Hundred. 

O,    sometimes   gleams  upon   our  sight, 
Through  present  wrong,  the  eternal  right ! 
And  step  by  step   since  time  began, 
We  see  the  steely  gam  of  man. 

Whate'er  of  good  the  past  has  had, 
Remains   to  make   our  own   time   glad; 
Our   common   daily  life   divine, 
And  every  land  a  Palestine. 

Through  the  harsh  noises   of  the  day 
A  low  sweet  prelude   finds  its  way; 
Through  clouds  of  dout  and  creeds  of  fear 
A  light  is  breaking,    calm  and  clear. 

Henceforth  my  heart  shal  sigh  no  more 
For  olden  time  and  holier  shore; 
God's*  love  and  blesing,   then  and  there, 
Ar  now  and  here  and  everywhere. 

Whiitier. 

*  Note. — The  word   "  God  "    designates  any  man's 


10      SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS. 

2.  ALL  MEN    AR   EQUAL. 

C.  M.   Tune — Warwick. 

All   men  ar   equal  in  their  birth, 
Heirs   of  the   earth   and  skies, 

All  men   ar  equal  when  that  earth 
Fades  from   their  dying   eyes. 

All  wait   alike   on  him,    whose  power 

Upholds   the  life   he  gave; 
The   sage  within  his   starry    tower, 

The  savage  in  his  cave. 

'Tis  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 
And  speaks  of  high   and  low ; 

Who  worships  those  and  tramples  these 
While   the   same  path  they  go. 

Ye     great  !    renounce    your    earth-born 
pride  ; 

Ye  low  !   your  shame   and  fear; 
Liv,    as  ye  worship,    side  by  side ; 

Your  common  claims  revere. 

Harriet   Martineau. 


highest  conception  of  the  Great  First  Cause — The  Pow- 
er or  force  that  brought  himself  and  the  Universe  into 
being.  This  unknown  yet  evident  and  all-prevading 
Power  may  be  personified,  or  spoken  of  and  addrest, 
with  as  much  propriety  as  Wisdom,  Truth,  etc.,  and 
perhaps  no  word  can  be  employed  that  is  more  signifi- 
cant and  appropriate  than  "  God."  For  "  God  "  means 
"  Good  "  and  Life  itself  is  good.  "  It  is  a  pleasant 
thing  to  behold  the  Sun."    Editor. 


SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS.      II 

3.  0  YET  WE  TRUST. 

L.  M.  Tune — Rockingham. 

O  yet  we  trust  that  somehow  good 
Wil  be  the  final   goal   of  il, 
To  pangs   of  nature,    sins   of  wil, 
Defects   of  dout,    and  taints   of  blood. 

Behold  we  know  not  anything ; 
We   can  but  trust   that  good   shal   fall 
At  last — far  off — at  last,    to  all, 
And  every  winter  change  to  spring. 

Tennyson. 


4.  SEED-TIME  AND  HARVEST. 

L.  M.   Tune — Hebron. 

As  o'er  his  furrowed  fields,  which  lie 
Beneath   a  coldly-dropping   sky, 
Yet  chil  with  winter's   melted  snow; 
The  husbandman  goes  forth   to   sow. 

Thus,   Freedom,   on  the  bitter  blast, 
The  ventures  of  thy  seed  we  cast, 
And  trust  to  warmer  sun  and  rain, 
To  swel  the  germs  and  fil  the  grain. 

Who   calls  thy  glorious   service  hard? 
Who  deems  it  not  its  own  reward? 
Who,   for  its   trials,    counts  it  les, 
A  cause  of  praise  and  thankfulnes? 


12  SONGS    BY    STANDAKD    POETS. 

It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 
The  sickle  in  the  ripened  field; 
Nor  ours  to  hear,    on   summer  eves, 
The  reaper's  song  among  the  sheaves; 

Yet,   where  our  duty's  task  is  wrought, 
In  unison  with  all  great  thought, 
The  near  and  future  blend  in  one, 
And  whatsoe'er  is  willed,   is  done. 

Whittier. 


5.  WHOM  TO  HONOK. 

8,  7.   Tune — Sicilian  Hymn. 

Honor  him  whose  hands  ar  sowing 
Seed  for  harvest  in  then  time: — 

Beverence    those    whose    thoughts    ar 
growing 
Up   to  ultimates   sublime. 

All  the  progres  of  the  ages 

May  be  traced  back  to  their  hands — 
All  th'  illuminated  pages 

Of  the  books,    into  then  plans. 

Lo,    the  humble  flower  that's  lying 
In  your  pathway,   may  contain 

Some   elixir,  which   the   dying 
Generation   sought  in  vain. 

In   the   stone  that  waits   the  turning 
Of  some   curious  hand  from   sight, 

Fiery  atoms  may  be  burning, 

That  would  fil  the  world  with  light. 


SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS.      13 

Let  us  then,   in  reverence  bowing, 

Honor  most  of  all  mankind, 
Such  as  keep  their  great  thoughts  plow- 
ing, 
Deepest  in  the  field  of  mind. 

Alice  Carey. 


6,  THE  BUILDERS. 

7s.   Tune — PleyeVs  Hymn. 

All  ar  architects  of  fate 

Working  in   these    walls   of  Time  ; 
Some  with   massive   deeds   and  great, 

Some   with   ornaments   of   rhyme. 

Nothing  useles  is  or  low, 

Each  thing  in  its   place   is  best; 

And  what  seems  but  idle  show 
Strengthens   and   supports   the   rest. 

For   the   structure   that   we   raise, 
Time  is   with   materials   filled; 

Our  to-days   and  yesterdays 
Ar  the  blocks  with  which  we  build. 

Build  to-day  then  strong  and  sure, 
With   a  firm   and   ample  base  ; 

And   ascending   and  secure 
Shal  to-morrow  find  its  place. 

Longfellow . 


14  SONGS    BY    STANDARD    POETS. 

7.         FRENDS  OF  FREEDOM. 

P.   M.    Tune — Bruce's    Address. 

Frends   of  freedom !   ye   who   stand, 
With   no  wepon  in  your  hand, 
Sa\e   a  purpose   stern   and  grand, 

All  men  to  set  free: 
"Welcome  !    Freedom   stands  in  need 
Of   true  men   in   thought   and   deed — 
Men  who  hav  this   only   creed, 

That  they  wil  not  flee. 

Though  we  ar  but  two  or  three, 
Sure  of  triumf  we  should  be; 
We  our  promist  land  shal  see, 

Though   the   way   seems   long ; 
Every  fearles   word   we   speak 
Makes  sin's  stronghold  bend  and  creak- 
Tyranny  is   always  weak, 

Truth  is  always  strong. 

All   the  hero-spirits  vast, 
Who  hav  sanctified  the  past, 
Bearing  witnes   to   the  last, 

Fight   upon   our   part ; 
We  can   never  be   forlorn; 
He  who  in   a   manger  born, 
Bore  the  priest's   and   Levite's   scorn, 

Givs  us  hope  and  heart. 

James  Bussell  Lowell. 


SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS.      15 

8.        THE  LADDER  OF  LIFE. 

L.  M.  Tune— Duke  Street. 

Saint  Augustine,   wel  hast  thou  said, 
That  of  our  vices  we   can  frame 

A  ladder,  if  we  wil  but  tred. 

Beneath  our  feet  each  deed  of  shame. 

All   common  things,    each   day's  events 
That  with   the  hour  begin   and  end, 

Our  plesures  and  our  discontents, 
Ar  rounds  by  which  we  may  ascend. 

"We  hav  not  wings,  we  cannot  soar, 
But  we  hav  ieet  to  scale  and  climb 

By  slow  degrees,  by  more  and  more, 
The  cloudy  summits  of  our  time. 

The  hights  by  great  men  reacht  and 
kept, 

"Were  not  attained  by  sudden  flight, 
But  they,  while  their  companions  slept, 

Were  toiling  upward  in  the  night. 

Standing  on  what  too  long  we  bore 
With  shoulders  bent  and  down  cast  eyes, 

We  may  discern — unseen  before, 
A  path  to  higher  destinies. 

Longfellow. 


16  SONGS    BY    STANDARD    POETS. 

9 ,  BENEVOLENCE. 

C.  M.    Tune—Heber. 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  generous  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 

Is  never  raised  in  vain. 

Whose    brest    expands    with    generous 
warmth, 

A  brother's  woes  to  feel, 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 

He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

He  spreds  his  kind,  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief ; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 

And  brings  unaskt  relief. 

To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  ar  never  slow ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 

A  brother  in  a  foe. 

Mrs.  Barbauld. 


JO.  STAND  FIKMLY. 

8,  7.    Tune — Autumn. 

There  ar  moments  when  life's  shadows 
Fall  all  darkly  on  the  soul, 

Hiding  stars  of  hope  behind  them 
In  a  black  impervious  scroll ; 


SONGS  BY  STANDABD  POETS.      17 

When  we  walk  with  trembling  footsteps, 
Scarcely  knowing  how  or  where 

The  dim  paths  we   tred  ar  leading, 
In  our  midnight  of  despair  ! 

Stand  we  firm,  in  that  dred  moment, 

Stand  we  firm,  nor  shrink  away ; 
Looking  boldly  through  the  darknes, 

Wait  the  coming  of  the  day  ; 
Gathering  strength  while  we  ar  waiting 

For  the  conflict  yet  to  come ; 
Fear  not,  fail  not,  light  wil  lead  us 

Yet  in  safety  to  our  home. 

Firmly  stand — though  sirens  lure  us, 

Firmly  stand — though  falsehood  rail, 
Holding  justice,  truth  and  mercy, 

Die  we  may — but  cannot  fail ; 
Fail ! — it  is  the  word  of  cowards, 

Fail ! — the  language  of  the  slave ; 
Firmly  stand  til  duty  beckons  ; 

Onward  then,  e'en  to  the  grave. 

Frances  D.    Gage. 


|  |  .      THE  FAITH  OF  LOVE. 
L.  M.  Tune — Federal  Street. 

What  is   it,  that  the   crowd  requite 

Thy  love  with  hate,  thy  truth  with  lies? 

And,  but  to  faith   and  not  to   sight, 
The  walls  of  Freedom's  temple  rise. 


18      SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS. 

Yet  do  thy  work ;  it  slial  sucseed 
In  thine   or  in   another's   day ; 

And  if  denied  the  victor's  meed, 
Thou  shalt  not  lack  the   toiler's  pay. 

Faith  shares  the  future's  promise  ;  Love's 
Self-offering  is  a  triumf  won ; 

And  each  good  thought  or  action  moves 
The   dark  world  nearer  to   the  Sun. 

Then  faint  not,  falter  not,  nor  plead 
Thy  weaknes ;   truth  itself  is   strong ; 

The  lions's  strength,  the   eagle's  speed, 
Ar  not   alone  vouchsaft  to  wrong. 

Whittier. 


|  2.      THE  UNITY  OF  LOVE. 
C.  M.   Tune—Ortonville. 

O  Love  !   O   Life !    Our  faith  and  sight 

Thy  presence  maketh   one, 
As   thro'   transfigured  clouds  of  white, 

We  trace  the  noon-day  sun. 

We  faintly  hear,   we  dimly  see; 

In   differing  frase  we  pray ; 
But,    dim   or  clear,    we   own  in  thee, 

The   Light,    the   Truth,    the  Way! 

To  do  thy  wil  is   more   than  praise, 
As  words  ar  les  than  deeds ; 


SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS.      19 

And   simple  trust  can   find  thy  ways, 
We  mis  with  chart  of  creeds. 

Alone,  O  Love  ineffable  ! 

Thy  saving  name  is  given  ; 
To  turn   aside  from  thee  is   hel, 

To  walk  with  thee  is  heven. 

Whittier. 


13.  SUNSHINE. 

C.  M.    Tune—Swanwick. 

I  love   the   sunshine   ev'rywhere — 
In  wood,    and  field,    and    glen ; 

I  love  it  in   the   busy  haunts 
Of  town-imprisoned  men. 

I  love  it  when  it  streameth  in 

The  humble  cottage  door, 
And  casts  the  checkered  casement  shade 

Upon  the  red  brick  floor. 

I  love  it  where   the   children  lie 

Deep  in  the  clov'ry  grass, 
To  watch  among  the   twining  roots 

The  gold-green  beetle  pass. 

Oh  yes  !  I  love  the  sunshine  bright ! 

Like  kindnes   or  like  mirth 
Upon   a  human  countenance, 

Is   sunshine  on  the  earth. 


20      SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS. 

Upon  the  earth— upon  the  sea— 
And  through  the  crystal  air- 
On  piled  up   clouds,    the  gracious  sun 
Is   glorious  ev'rywhere.  Mary  Howitt. 

14.  PEACE  OF  MIND. 

Tune— Bonnie  Doon. 

My  mind  to  me  a  kingdom  is  ; 

Such  perfect    joy  therein  I  find, 
As  far  exceeds  all  earthly  bhs, 

That  God  or  nature  hath   assigned. 
||-  Tho'  much  I  want  that  most  would  hav, 
Yet  stil  my  mind  forbids  to  crave.    :|| 

Content  I  liv,   this  is  my  stay  ; 

I  seek  no  more  than  may  sumce ; 
I  pres  to  bear  no  haughty  sway; 

Look,   what  I  lack  my  mmcl  supplies. 
i|:  Lo  !  thus  I  triumf  like  a  king,. 
Content  with  what  my  mmd  doth  bring.  :|| 

I  laugh  not  at  another's  loss, 
I  grudge  not  at  another's  gam ; 

No  worldly  wave  my  mind  can  toss; 
I  brook  that  is   another  s  bane. 

||:  I  fear  no  foe,   nor  fawn   no  frend; 

I  loathe  not  life,   nor  dred  my  end.  :|| 

My  welth  is  helth  and  perfect  eas e; 

My  conscience  clear,  my  chief  defence; 
I  never  seek  by  bribes  to    please, 

Nor  by  desert  to  giv  offence 
||-  Thus' do  I  liv,   thus  wil  I  die; 
Would  all  did  so  as  wel  -II  ^ 


SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS.      21 

15.  A    HAPPY    LIFE. 

Tune—Duane  Street. 

How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught, 
That  serveth  not  another's  wil ; 

Whose  armor  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his   utmost  skil ; 

Whose  passions  not  his  masters  ar  ; 
Whose  soul  is  stil  prepared  for  deth  ; 

Untied  unto  the  world  by  care 

Of  public  fame,   or  private  breth. 

Who  hath  his  life  from  rumors  freed ; 

Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat ; 
Whose   state   can  neither  flatterers  feed, 

Nor  ruin,   make  oppressors  great. 
This  man  is  freed  from  servil  bands 

Of  hope   to  rise  or   tear  to  fall ; 
Lord  of  himself,   though  not  of  lands, 
And  having  nothing,   yet  hath  all. 

Henry  Wotion. 


16.  PSALM  OF  LIFE. 

8,  7.  Tune — Autumn. 

Tel  me  not  in  mournful  numbers 
Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ! 

For  the  soul  is  ded  that  slumbers, 
And    things  ar  not  what  they  seem. 

Life  is  real !     Life  is  earnest  ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
Dust  thou  art,   to  dust  returnest, 

Was  not  spoken  of  the   soul. 


22     SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS. 

Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 
Is  our  destined  end  and  way; 

But  to  act,   that  each  to-morrow 
Find  us  further  than  to-day. 

Let  us  then  be  up  and  doing, 
With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 

Stil  achieving,   stil  pursuing, 
Learn  to  Labor  and  to  wait. 

Longfellow. 

|7.  A  DAY  OF  SUNSHINE. 

L.  M.   Tune — Retreat. 

0  gift  of  God!  O  perfect  day, 
Whereon  should  no  man  work  but  play. 
Whereon  it  is  enough  for  me, 

Not  to  be  doing  but  to  be  ! 

Through  every  fiber  of  my  brain, 
Through  every  nerve,  thro'  every  vein, 

1  feel  th'  electric  thril,  the  tuch 

Of  life,  that  seems  almost  too  much. 

I  hear  the  wind  among  the  trees 
Playing  celestial  symfonies  ; 
I  see  the  branches  downward  bent, 
Like  keys  of  some  great  instrument. 

And  over  me  unrolls  on  high, 
The  splendid  scenery  of  the  sky, 
Where,    thro'  a  samre  sea,    the  sun 
Sails  like  a  golden  galleon. 


SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS.      23 

O  Life  and  Love,    O  happy  throng 
Of  thoughts,  whose  only  speech  is  song! 
O  heart  of  man !  canst  thou  not  be 
Blithe  as  the  air  is,   and  as  free? 

Longfellow , 


|  8.        THE  LIGHT  OF  STABS. 
C.  M.    Tune — Manoah. 

Within  my  brest  there  is  no  light 
But  the  cold  light  of  stars  ; 

I  giv  the  first  watch  of  the  night 
To  the  red  planet,  Mars. 

The  star  of  the  unconquerd  wil, 

He  rises  in  my  brest 
Serene,  and  resolute,  and  stil, 

And  calm  and  self-possest. 

O  Star  of  strength  !  I  see  thee  stand 
And  smile  upon  my  pain  ; 

Thou  beck'nest  with  thy  mailed  hand, 
And  I  am  strong  again. 

And  thou  too  whosoe'er  thou   art, 
That  readeth  this  brief  psalm, 

As  one  by  one  thy  hopes  depart, 
Be  resolute  and  calm. 

O  fear  not  in  a  world  like  this, 
And  thou  shalt  know  erelong — 

Know  how  sublime  a  thing  it  is, 
To  suffer  and  be  strong. 

Longfellow. 


24:      SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS. 

19,    MIGHT  WITH  THE  BIGHT. 

May  ev'ry  year  but  draw  more  near 

The  time  when  strife  shal  cease, 
"When  truth  and  love  all  hearts  shal  move 

To  liv  in  joy  and  peace. 
Now  sorrow  reigns,   and  earth  complains, 
For  folly  stil  her  cause  maintains, 

But  the  day  shal  yet  appear, 
When  the  might  with  the  right,   and  the 
truth  shal  be, 

And  come  what  may  to  stand  in  the  way, 
That  day  the  world  shal  see. 

Though  interest  pleads  that  noble  deeds, 

The  world  wil  not  regard, 
To  noble  minds,  when  duty  binds, 

No  sacrifice  is  hard. 
In  vain  and  long,  enduring  wrong, 
The  weak  may  strive  against  the  strong 
But  the  day.  etc. 

Let  good  men  ne'er  of  truth  despair, 

Though  humble  efforts  fail; 
Oh    giv  not  o'er,  until  once  more 

The  righteous  cause  prevail. 
The  brave — the  true,  may  seem  but  few, 
But  hope  has  better  things  in  view, 

And  the  day  shal  yet  appear, 
"When  the  might  with  the  right,  and  the 
truth  shal  be, 
And  come  what  there  may  to  stand  in 
the  way, 
That  day  the  world  shal  see. 

Cliarles  Mackay. 


SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS.      25 

20.      THE  TKUE  FREEMAN. 

7s.   Tune — Ives. 

Men  !  Whose  boast  it  is  that  ye 
Come  of  fathers  brave   and  free, 
If  there  breathe  on  earth  a  slave, 
Ar  ye  truly  free  and  brave  ? 
If  ye  do  not  feel  the  chain, 
When  it  works  a  brother's  pain, 
Ar  ye   not  base   slaves  indeed, — 
Slaves  unworthy  to  be  freed? 

They  ar  slaves  who  fear  to  speak 
For  the  fallen  and  the  weak ; 
They  ar  slaves  who  wil  not  choose 
Hatred,   scoffing,   and  abuse, 
Rather  than  in  silence  shrink 
From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think; 
They  ar  slaves  who  dare  not  be 
In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 

Lowell. 


2  I  .       THE  BATTLE    FIELD. 

L.  M.   Tune— Luke  Street. 

Ah  !   never  shal  the  land  forget 

How  gusht  the  life-blood  of  her  brave; 

Gusht,  warm  with  hope  and  valor  yet, 
Upon  the  soil  they  fought  to  save. 

Soon  rested  those  who  fought — but  thou, 
Who  minglest  in  the  harder  strife 

For  truths  which  men  receive  not   now— 
Thy  warfare  only  ends  with  life. 


26      SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS. 

A  frendless  warfare  !   lingering  long 
Thro'  weary   day  and  weary  year ; 

A  wild  and  many  weponed-throng 

Hang  on  thy  front,  and  flank,  and  rear. 

Yet  nerve  thy  spirit  to  the  proof, 
And  blench'  not  at  thy  chosen  lot ! 

The  timid  good  may  stand  aloof, 

The  sage  may  frown — yet  faint  thou  not. 

Nor  heed  the  shaft  too  surely  cast, 
The  hissing,  stinging  bolt  of  scorn ; 

For,   with   thy  side   shal   dwel   at   last, 
The  victory  of  endurance  born. 

Truth  crusht  to  earth  shal  rise   again ; 

Th'  eternal  years  of  God  ar  hers ; 
But  Error,  wounded,  writhes  with  pain, 

And  dies  among  his  worshipers. 

Bryant. 

22.        THE  CENTRAL  SUN. 
C.  M.    Tune—Orionville. 

The  douts  we  vainly  seek  to  solve, 
The  truths  we  know,  ar  one ; 

The  known  and  nameles  stars  revolve 
Around  the  central  Sun. 

And  if  we  reap  as  we  hav  sown, 

And  take  the  dole  we  deal, 
The   law  of  pain  is  love  alone, 

The  wounding  is  to  heal. 


SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS.      27 


O  fearful  heart  and  trubled  brain ! 

Take  hope  and  strength  from  this, — 
That  Nature  never  hints  in  vain, 

Nor  profesies  amis. 

Her  mid  birds  sing  the  same  sweet  stave, 
Her  lights  and  airs  ar  given 

Alike  to  play-ground  and  the  grave; 
And  over  both  is  heven. 

Whiltier. 


23.  IN  MEMORIAM. 

L.  M.  Tune— Federal  Street 

Perplext  in  faith,   but  pure  in  deeds, 
At  last  he  beat  his  music  out. 
There  is  more  faith  in  honest  dout, 

Believe  me,   than  in  half  the  creeds. 

He  fought  his  douts  and  gatherd  strength, 
He  would  not  make  his  judgment  blind, 
He  faced  the  specters  of  the  mind, 

And  laid  them:  thus  he  came  at  length 

To  find  a  stronger  faith  his  own; 

And  Power  was  with  him  in  the  night, 
"Which  makes  the  darknes  and  the  light, 

And  dwels  not  in  the  light  alone. 

Tennyson. 


28  SONGS    BY    STANDARD   POETS. 

24.  FAK    OFF,    BUT    NIGH. 

L.  M.  Tune — Hebron. 

Thy  voice  is  on  the  rolling  air; 

I  hear  thee  where  the  waters  run; 

Thou  standest  in  the  rising  sun, 
And  in  the  setting  thou  art  fair. 

What  art  thou  then?  I  cannot  gues; 
But  tho'  I  seem  in  star  and  flower 
To  feel  thee  some  difTusiv  power, 

I  do  not  therefore  love  thee  les. 

My  love  involvs  the  love  before ; 

My  love  is  vaster  passion  now; 

Tho'   mixt  with  God  and  Nature  thou, 
I  seem  to  love  thee  more  and  more. 

Far  off  thou  art  but  ever  nigh : 
I  hav  thee  stil  and  I  rejoice ; 
I  prosper,  circled  by  thy  voics  ; 

I  shal  not  lose  thee  though  I  die. 

Tennyson. 

25.  LOVE. 

L.  M.    Tune— Herald. 

Love  is  and  was  my  Lord  and  King, 
And  in  his  presence  I  attend 
To  hear  the  tidings  of  my  frend, 

Which  every  hour  his  couriers  bring. 

Love  is  and  was  my  King  and  Lord, 
And  will  be  tho'  as  yet  I  keep 


T SONGS  BY  STANDARD  POETS.      29 

Within  his  court  on  earth,  and  sleep 
Encompast  by  his  faithful   guard. 

I  hear  at  times    a  sentinel, 

"Who  moves  about  from  place  to  place, 
And  whispers  to  the  world  of  space, 

In  the  deep  night,   that  all  is  wel. 

Tennyson. 


26.     SEARCH  THINE  OWN  HEAKT. 

L.  M.    Tune—Bdreat. 

He  loathed  the  false,  yet  lived  not   true 
To  half  the  glorious  truths  he  knew ; 
The  dout,   the  discord,   and  the  sin, 
He  mourned  without,   he  felt  within. 

Midst  yearnings  for  a  higher    life, 
Without  were  fears,    within  was  strife; 
And  stil  his  wayward  act  denied 
The  perfect  good  for  which  he  sighed. 

Alas  ! — the  blows  for  error  ment, 

Too  oft  on  truth  itself  ar  spent, 

As  through  the  false  and  vile  and  base 

Looks  out  her  sad  rebuking  face. 

Search  thy  own  heart.     What  paineth  thee 
In  others,    in  thyself  may  be  ; 
All  dust  is  frail,    all  flesh  is  weak ; 
Be  thou  the  true  man  thou  doest  seek. 

Whittier. 


30      SONGS  BY  STANDAED  POETS. 

27.  SLEEP  SWEETLY. 

L.  M.   Tune— Malvern. 

Sleep  sweetly,  tender  heart,   in  peace ; 

Sleep,  holy  spirit,  blessed   soul, 
While  the  stars  burn,  the  moons  increase, 

And  the  great  ages  onward  roll. 

Sleep   til  the  end,  true   soul  and   sweet. 

Nothing  comes  to  thee  new    or  strange. 
Sleep,  full  of  rest  from  lied  to  feet ; 

Lie  stil,   dry  dust,   secure  of  change. 

Tennyson. 

28-    '    FREND  OF  MY  SOUL. 
L.  M.   Tune — Hamburg. 

"While   day  by  day  our  loved  ones    glide 
In   spectral   silence,    husht  and    lone, 

To  the  cold  shadows  which   divide 
The  living  from  the  dred  Unknown ; 

And  only,   midst  the  gloom  of  deth, 
Its  mournful  douts  and  haunting  fears, 

Two  pale,  sweet  angels,  Hope  and  Faith, 
Smile  dimly  on  us  thro'  their  tears. 

'Tis   something  to   a  heart  like  mine 
To  think  of  thee   as  living  yet  ; 

To  feel  that  such  a  light  as  thine 
Could  not  in  utter  darknes  set. 


SONGS    BY    STANDABD    POETS.  31 

O  sweetly  here  upon  thee  grew 
The  lesson  which  earth's  beauty  gave, 

Th'  ideal  of  the  Pure  and  True 
In  earth  and  sky  and  gliding  wave. 

And  it  may  be  that  all  which  lends 
The  soul  an  upward  impulse  here, 

"With   a  diviner  beauty  blends 
And  greets  us  in  a  holier   sfere. 

Whiilier. 


29.      A    UNIVERSAL  PRAYER 
C,  M.   Tune— Devizes. 

Father  of  all,   in  every  age, 

In  every  clime  adored, 
By  saint,   by  savage  and  by  sage, 

Jehovah,   Jove,  or  Lord. 

Thou  great  First   Cause,  least  under- 
stood, 

"Who  all  my  sense   confined, 
To  know  but  this — that  thou  art  good 

And  that  myself  am  blind; 

Yet  gave  me,  in  this  dark  estate, 

To  see  the  good  from  il; 
And  binding  nature  fast  in  fate, 

Left  free  the  human  wil. 

What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done, 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 
This,  teach  me  more  than  hel  to  shun, 

That,  more  than  heven  pursue. 


32     SONGS  BY  STANDAKD  POETS. 

If  I  am  right,    thy  strength  impart 
Stil  in  the  right  to  stay; 

If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart 
To  find  the  better  way. 

To  thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space, 
Whose  altar,  earth,  sea,  skies, 

One  chorus  let  all  beings   raise, 
All  Nature's  incense  rise. 

Pope. 

30,       HOME    SWEET    HOME. 

'Mid    plesures    and  palaces  tho'  we  may 

roam, 
Be  it  ever  so    humble,   there's  no  place 

like  home, 
A  charm  from   the   sky  seems   to    hallow 

us  there. 
"Which    seek   through    the    world    is    not 
met  with  elswhere. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
There's  no  place  like  home,  there's 
no  j)lace  like  home. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in 

vain, 
Oh,    giv  me  my    lowly  thatch'd    cottage 

again! 
The  birds  singing  gaily  that  came  at  my 

call; 
Giv  me    peace    of    mind,   that    is  dearer 

than  all. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc, 

J*  Howard  Payne, 


33 

Songs  to  Popular  Tunes. 


3  |  .         SWEET  BY  AND  BY. 

We  believe  in  the  dawn  of  a  day, 

When   the  spirit  of  man   shal  be  free 

From  the  gloom  that  hangs  over  his  way, 

From  the  fear  of  the  dredful  "to  be." 

Chords  . 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

We  shal  fear  not  the  dredful  "to  be " 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

It  is  coming  for  you  and  for  me. 

We  have  faith  that  the  angel  of  love, 
Wil  destroy  every  demon  of  fear, 

And  the  bright  sun  of  science  above, 
Wil  dispel  every  ghost  that  is  near. 
Choeus  . 

We  hav  hope  that  the  love  of  the  truth, 
In  humanity's  bosom   wil  glow  ; 

So  that  men  whether  old  or  in  youth, 
May  speak  freely  not  fearing  a  blow. 
Chorus  . 

We   rejoice  in   the   dawn   of   that   day ; 

It  is  coming — we  see  it  afar ; 
Men   ar  waking,    and  soon   they  wil  say, 
Truth  alone  is  our  bright  guiding    star. 
Chorus . 

Eliza  B.  Burnz. 


34      SONGS  TO  POPULAK  TUNES. 

32.        LIBERTY  OR  DETH. 

Tune — Hold  the  Fort. 
Second  four  lines   same  music  as  the  Chorus. 

Ring   again   the    war-cry  sterling, 

As  in   days    of   yore, 
When  her    banner    truth   unfurling, 

Woke  the    sea    and  shore. 
Let  it   wake    the    slumbering  nations, 

With  its    vital   breth, 
Til  they   join    the  aspiration, 
Liberty    or   deth. 
Chokus.  Cry  aloud,  and  wake  the  nations. 
Spare  not  voice  or  breth ; 
Cry  aloud    for   truth  and  freedom, 
Liberty    or    deth. 

Freedom  for    the   mind  and  spirit, 

For   the    thoughtful   brain  ; 
Freedom  that    we    may  inherit, 

Truths  that    conquer  pain. 
Freedom    that    investigation, 

Deepning    with    each   breth, 
Wake   the    soul's    great    aspiration, 

Liberty   or  deth.     — Chokus. 

Grasp   the    sturdy    blade  of  reason, 

Bright    from    thoughts  within ; 
Cowardice  is  direst  treason, 

Ignorance   is  sin. 
Nature's   arsenal  is  redy, 

Potent   is    her   breth; 
Freemen,  form  then,  strong  andstedy, 

Liberty  or  deth.     — Chokus. 
Fanny  C.  Allen.     Adapted  byE.B.B. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.       35 

33.       PRESENT    SALVATION. 
C.  M.  Tune—Anlloch. 

Salvation,    O   the   joyful   sound, 
'Tis  pleasure   to   our  ears; 

A   sovereign   balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Salvation    from  the  ills   of  life, 
From  fear  of  deth   and  hel; 

From  greed  of  gain  and  angry  strife. 
From  passions  that  rebel. 

Salvation,    let  the   echo  fly 
The   spacious  earth   around  ; 

Til  every  human  soul  may  cry 
Salvation  we  hav  found. 

Adapted  by  K  B.  B. 


34.      SEIZE    UPON    TRUTH. 
C.  M.       Tune — Arlington. 

Seize  upon  truth  where'er  'tis  found, 
Among  your  frends  or  foes, 

3n  Christian  or  on  Heathen  ground, 
Where'er   the  blossom  grows. 

'  Prove  all  things  ;  hold  to  what  is  good ; 

The  truth  shal  make  you  free." 
rhese   ar  our  doctrins,  and  we   dred 

No  endles  misery. 


36       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

Only  the  true  free-thinker  knows 

A  perfect  peace  and  rest; 
The   Christian  understands  it  not, 

For  anguish  fils  his  brest. 

Fear  of  an  endles  hel  of  pain 

In  store  for  child  or  -wife, 
Or  kindred  dear,    or   sinful  world, 

Poisons   his   cup  of  life. 

O   may  the   souls   of  erring   men 
By  truth   be  rendered  free, 

And  brought  into    the  perfect  law 
Of  Love   and    Liberty. 

Eliza  B.  Burnz. 


35.         EOCK  OF  REASON. 

7s   Tune —  Toplady. 

Rock  of  Reason,   made  for  me, 
Let  me  bild  my  home  on  thee ; 
Then  when  pours  the  mighty  flood. 
Showers   of  water   and  of  blood, 
Drawn  from   superstition's  veins, 
Firmly  stil  my  home  remains. 

Blasts   of  opposition  rise, 
Threts   and  thunder  fil  the  skies ; 
Priestly  bulls  with  awful  roar, 
Dred  anathemas  do  pour ; 
Stil  my  soul  can  smile  serene, 
While  upon  my  rock  I  lean. 


SONGS  TO  POPUIiAK  TUNES.       37 

Houses  bilt  upon  the  sand, 
By  imagination's   hand, 
Totter  when  the  clouds  of  dout, 
Pour  their   angry   waters  out ; 
Fall  in  ruins  and  destroy, 
All  who  dwel  in  folly's   toy. 

E.  B.  Burns. 


36.     THE  DAYS  AE  GOING  BY. 

P.  M.     Tune— Harwell. 

There  ar  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 

While  the  days  ar  going  by. 
There   ar  weary  souls   who  perish 

While  the  days  ar   going  by. 
If  a  smile  we  can  renew, 
As  our  journey  we  pursue, 
O  the  good  we  all  may  do 

While  the  days  ar  going  by  ! 

There's  no  time  for  idle   scorning 
While   the   days   ar  going  by ; 

Be  our  faces  like  the  morning, 
While   the   days   ar  going  by. 

O  the  world  is  full  of   sighs, 

Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes; 

Help  your  fallen  brother  rise 

While  the   days   ar  going  by. 

All   the  loving  links   that  bind  us, 
While  the  days  ar  going  by, 

One  by  one,   we  leave  behind  us 
While  the  days  ar  going  by; 


dO       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  wil  grow, 
And  wil  keep   our  hearts   aglow 
While  the  days  ar  going  by. 


37.     PULL  FOE  THE  SHOKE. 

Light  in  the  darknes,    sailor,   day    is    at 

hand; 
See  o'er  the  foaming  billows,  Fair  Haven's 

land. 
Drear  was  the  voyage,  sailor,  now  almost 

o'er, 
Safe  within  the  life-boat,  sailor,  pull  for  the 
shore. 
Chorus — Pull  for  the  shore,  sailor,  pull 
for  the  shore, 
Heed    not    the    rolling  waves,    but, 

bend  to  the  oar  ; 
In    the    life-boat,   "Science,"  sailor  / 
cling  to  ' '  Church"  no  more,  J 

Leave  the  poor  old  stranded  wrec]  j 
and  pull  for  the  shore. 

Trust  in  the  life-boat,    sailor,  all  else  wil 

fail, 
Stronger  the  surges  dash  and  fiercer  the 

gale; 
Heed  not  the  stormy  winds    tho'  loudly^ 

they  roar; 
"Watch  the  morning  star  of  Truth,  and  pull' 

for  the  shore.     — Chorus. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.       39 

Bright  gleams  the  morning,  sailor,  up  lift 

the  eye, 
Clouds    and    darknes     disappearing,    sun- 
shine is   nigh  ; 

in    the  life-boat,    sailor,    sing    ever- 
more 
Liv  for  Truth   and  Reason,  boys,"  and 
pull  for  the  shore.    — Chorus. 

P.  P.  Bliss— Adapted  by  E.  B.  B. 


38.  ODE    TO   SCIENCE. 

Tune — New  Haven. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Light  of  the  living  free, 

Science  divine  ; 
Though  I  nor  kneel  nor  pray, 
Thou  tak'st  my  fear  away, 

0  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

And  zeal  inspire. 
"What  thou  hast  given  to  me 

1  wil  restore  to  thee — 
Thy  champion  ever  be, 

Thy  beacon  fire. 

"While  life's  dark  maze  I  tred, 
And  sorrows    'round  me  spred, 
Be  thou  my  guide; 


40       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

Bid  darknes  turn  to  day, 
Drive  useles  griefs  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

Channing  Burnz, 


39.      WOKSHIP  OF  NATUEE. 

Tune — Auld  Lang   Syne. 

They  tel  us  that  we  worship  not, 

Nor  sing  sweet  songs  of  prai»e, 
That  love  divine  is  not  our  lot, 

In  these  cold  modern  days; 
That  piety's  calm  peaceful  state 

We  banish  from  the  earth; 
They  know  not  that  we  venerate 

Whate'er  we  see  of  worth. 

The  singing  of  the  birds  on  high, 

The  rippling  of    the  stream, 
The  sparkling  stars  in  yon  bright  sky, 

The  sunlight's  merry  gleam, 
The    ocean's  wide  and  watery  main, 

The  lightning's  vivid  flash, 
The  sweet  and  gentle  showers  of  rain, 

The  awful  thunder's  crash; 

The  trees  and  flow'rs  that  deck  the  land, 

The  soft  and  grassy  mead, 
The  firm-set  earth  on  which  we  stand, 

Ar  worshipful  indeed. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.      41 

We  venerate  great  Nature's  plan, 

And  worship  at   her  shrine, 
While  goodnes,  truth,  and  love  in  man, 

We  hold  to  be   divine.  G.  Sexton. 


40.  WOKK. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through   the   morning   hours; 
Work,  while   the   dew  is  sparkling ; 

Work   'mid   springing   flowers ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is   coming, 

When  man's  work  is   done. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 
Fil  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Giv  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store ; 
Work  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies ; 
While  their  bright  tints  ar  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work,  til  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er.       8.  Dyer. 


Sowing  the  seed  by   the   daylight  fair, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noon-day  glare, 
Sowing  the   seed  by  the   fading   light, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night. 
Oh,   what  shal  the  harvest  be  ? 
Chorus — Sown  in  the  darknes  or  sown 
in    the  light, 
Sown    in    our  weaknes    or    sown    in 

our  might, 
Gatherd  by  us  or  humanity, 
Sure,   ah,   sure,   wil  the  harvest  be. 

Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 
Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die, 
Sowing    the  seed  where  the  thorns   wil 

spoil, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  fertil  soil. 

Oh,   what  shal  the  harvest  be  ? 

Sowing  the  seed  of  a  lingering  pain, 
Sowing  the   seed  of  a  maddend  brain, 
Sowing  the   seed  of  a  tarnisht  name, 
Sowing  the   seed  of  remorse   and  shame. 
Oh,    what  shal  the  harvest  be  ? 

Sowing  the  seed  with   an   aching  heart, 
Sowing    the    seed    while    the     tear-drops 

start, 
Sowing  in  hope  til  the  reapers  come 
Redy  to  gather  the  harvest  home. 

Oh,   what  shal    the  harvest  be? 

P.  P.  Bliss— Adapted  by  R  B.  B. 


SONGS    TO    POPUIiAK    TUNES.  43 

42.  THE  TIME   HAS  COME. 

8s.   Tune — Jesus  of  Nazareth  Passeth  By. 

The  time  lias  come  to  stand   erect 
In  noble,  manly  self-respect ; 
To  see  the  bright  sun   over  hed, 
To  feel  the  ground  beneath  our  tred, 
Unled  by  priests,   uncurst   by    creeds, 
Our  manhood  proving  by  our  deeds. 
(Repeat  last  two  lines.) 

The  time  has  come  to  break  the  yoke, 
Whatever  cost   the   needed   stroke ; 
To  set  the  toiling  millions  free, 
Whatever  price  their  liberty ; 
Better  a  few  should  die,  than  all 
Be  held  in  worse  than  deadly  thrall. 

The  time  has  come  for  men  to  find 
Their  statute-book  within  the  mind; 
To  read  its  laws,  and  cease  to  pore 
The  musty  tomes  of  ages  o'er; 
Truth's  golden  rays  its  page  illume, 
Her  fires  your  legal  scrolls  consume. 

The  time  has  come  to  preach  the  soul ; 
No  meager-shred,  the  manly  whole  ; 
Let  agitation  come,   who  fears? 
We  need   a  flood ;  the  filth   of  years 
Has  gatherd  round  us.     Roll,  then,  on; 
What  cannot  stand  had  best  be  gone. 
Wm.  Denton. 


44       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

43.        NEARER  TO   TRUTH. 

6.  4.     Tune — Bethany. 

Nearer  O  Truth  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 
E'en  though   it  be  a  cross 

That   raiseth  me ; 
Stil   all   my  song   shal  be — 
|| :  Nearer,    O   Truth,    to  thee,    :|| 

Nearer  to  thee! 

Though  like  the  wanderer, 
The   sun   gone   down, 

Darknes  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a   stone : 

Yet  in  my   dreams   I'd  be — 
|| :  Nearer,    O   Truth,    to   thee,    :|| 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 

Then  let  the  way  appear 

Steps   unto   heven  ;* 
All  that  I   suffer   here 

In  mercy   given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
||:  Nearer,    O   Truth,    to  thee,   :|| 

Nearer   to   thee  ! 

Or  if  on  fancy's   wing, 

Cleaving   the   sky, 
Sun,   moon    and   stars  forgot, 

Upward   I  fly  ; 
Stil   all   my    song   shal  be, 
||:  Nearer  O  Truth,  to  thee,  :|| 

Nearer   to    thee  ! 
Sarah  F.  Adams— Adapted  by  E.  B.  B. 

*Note — "  Heven"  is  a  condition  of  supreme  satisfac- 
tion and  enjoyment;  a  state  of  mind.  "The  kingdom 
of  heven  is  within  you,  even  in  your  heart,"  said  Jesus. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.     45 

44.    HOMES  'ROUND  US  HERE. 

Tune— Home  Over  There. 

O  think  of  the  homes  'round  us  here, 
Which  might  all  be    made  joyous  and 
bright, 
If  the  world  did  but  see  and  revere 
One    great    law,    that    of     justice    and 
right. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,   'round  us  here, 
O  think  of  the  homes  'round  us  here. 

O  think  of  the   souls   'round  us    here, 
"Who   all    homeles    life's    journey    must 
plod, 

In   despair   which  refuses   a  tear ; 
Ever  robbed  in  the  name  of  a  God. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,  'round  us  here, 

The  poor  homeles  souls  round  us 
here. 

Be  saviors  to  these    'round  us  here; 

And  like  Jesus  denounce  and  expose, 
Evermore    without  favor   or  fear, 

The  false  piety  propping  our  woes. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,    'round  us  here, 
Save  these  from    the    hels    round 
us  here. 

Could  all  earnest  piety  here, 

To  our   dear  fellow   mortals  be    given, 
This  earth  from  all  sorrow  'twould  clear, 

And  bring  to  us  the  kingdom  of  heven. 


46  SONGS    TO    POPHLAK    TUNES. 

Cho. — 'Round    us    here,    'round  us  here, 

'Twould  soon  build  a  home  'round 

us  here.    Caleb  S.   Weeks —Adapted. 


45.        WATCHMAN  TEL  US. 

Watchman  !   tel  us  of  the  night, 
What  its   signs   of  promis   ar, 

Traveler  !   o'er  yon   mountain  hight, 
See   that  glory-beaming  star. 

Watchman !   does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught   of  hope   or   joy  fortel  ? 

Traveler !   yes  ;   it  brings   the   day, 
Promist   day  of  Israel. 

Watchman !   tel  us   of   the  night ; 

Higher   yet  that   star   ascends. 
Traveler  !   blesednes   and  light; 

Peace   and   truth  its   course  portends. 

Watchman !   wil  its  beams   alone, 

Gild  the   spot   that   gave   them  birth? 

Traveler  !   ages   ar  its   own  ; 

See  it  bursts   o'er   all   the   earth. 

Watchman !    tel  us   of  the  night, 
For   the  morning   seems   to  dawn. 

Traveler  !   darknes   takes  its   flight. 
Dout   and  terror  ar   withdrawn. 

Watchman  !   joy  o'er   every  land 
Bids   us   Good,   all   good  adore. 

Traveler  !   join  we  heart   and  hand. 
Worship,    praise  it,    evermore. 

J.  Bowring — Adapted. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAE  TUNES.        47 

46.  OUR  NEEDS. 

Tune — I  need  thee  every  hour. 

We   need  it  every  hour, 

A  purpose  high, 
To  give  us  strength  and  power 

To  do  or  die. 

Chobus — We  need  it,    O  we  need  it, 
Every  hour  we  need  it ; 
Since   coming   ages   call   us 
To  aid  and  guide. 

We  need  it  every  hour, 

A  firm   brave  wil, 
That  tho'  hate's  clouds  may  lower 

Shal   conquer  stil.     — Choeus. 

We  need  it  every  hour 

A  calm   strong   mind, 
Enriched  by   Reason's   dower, 

Not  warped  or  blind.     — Chorus. 

We  need  it  every  hour, 

To  use  with  skil, 
Speech  to  make  bigots   cower, 

Or  hearts   to  thril.     —Choeus. 

We  need  it  every  hour 

A  patient  love, 
Which   shal   all   souls   endower 

Erom  hights  above.     — Choeus. 


48       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

We  need  it  every  hour 

A  conscience   clear, 
That   shal   be   as   a  tower 

Of  strength  and  cheer.     — Chorus, 

We  need  it  every  hour, 

A  true  pure  life, 
Which   failure   cannot   sour 

Or  turn  to   strife.     — Chorus. 

Sara  A.    Zmderwood. 


47.  LOVE  DIVINE. 

8,  7,    Tune— Violet 

Love  Divine,    all  love  impeling, 

Joy  of  heven,   to  earth   come  down, 
Evermore   within  us   dweling, 

All  our  lives  with  wisdom  crown. 
Father,    Mother  !  — vital   spirit, 

Love's  unbounded  life  thou  art; 
Let  us   more   thy   love  inherit  ; 

Fil  to  fullnes  every  heart.  ! 

Let,    O  let  life's  richest  tresure 

Overflow  from   every  brest, 
Filling  earth  with  hevenly  plesure, 

Giving   souls   divinest  rest. 
Come,    almighty  to   deliver ! 

Strife   and  darknes   then  wil  flee, 
And  the  earth,   matured,  shal  ever 

Yield  the   fruits  of  harmony  ! 

Caleb  S.  Weeks. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.      49 

48.  THE     GLOKIOUS    BAND. 

C.  M.      Tune— Warwick. 

A  holy  spirit  goes  to  war, 
To  break   the   captive's   chain ; 

A  snow  white  banner   shows    afar — 
Who  follows   in   that   train? 

Who  best  can  drain  the  cup   of  woe 

And  triumf  over  pain ; 
Who  patient  bear  both  stripe  and  blow, 

He  follows  in  the  train. 

The  martyr,   he  whose  eagle   eye 
Could  pierce  beyond  the   grave, 

Who  like   his   master,    fain  would   die, 
Where  deth  men's  souls   could  save. 

The  men  of  thought,  Truth's  chosen  few, 

On  whom   her   spirit   came  ; 
Who   studied,    suffered,    died,    stil   true 

To  that  most  blese'd  name. 

They've  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heven 
Through   scorn   and  toil   and   shame ; 

They've  dived  thro'  hel,    and    knowledge 
given, 
To  save  men  from  its  pain. 

O  praise  to  Faith   and   Charity 
And  Hope,    sweet  sisters  three  ! 

And  praise,   beyond  all  parity, 
O  Science  unto   thee. 

Channing  Burnt. 


50  SONGS    TO    POPTJLAB    TUNES. 

49.       BLOW  YE  THE  TKUMPET. 
H.  M.     Tune— Lenox. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,   blow 
With  loud  exulting  sound ; 

Let   all   the   nations   know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

The   year  of  jubilee   has   come; 

Return,    ye   wanderers,    return  ! 

Ye   slaves   of  dogma-creeds 
And  superstition's  fright, 

Now,    answering   your  needs, 
See !   Nature   sends  her  light. 

The  year  of  juiblee  has  come  ; 

Return  to  freedom's  light,    return ! 


Ye  who  from  priestlings  think 

To  gain  a   hevenly  day, 
See  !   from   their   creeds   they   shrink/ 

Explaining  them   away, 
The   year  of  jubilee   has  come; 
Return   to  Nature's   light,   return ! 
Caleb  S.    Weeks. 


50.  NATURE'S    TRUMPET. 

C.  M.     Tune — Brown. 

Let  every  human  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice, 

For   Nature's  gospel-trumpet  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.       51 

Ho,    all  ye  hungry,   starving  souls 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind; 

Who  with  tradition's  dogma-toys, 
Would  iil  an  empty  mind; 

Eternal  wisdom  here  prepares 

A  soul   supplying  feast, 
And  bids   your   longing  appetites 

The  rich  provision  taste. 

Ho,   ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine   away   and   die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 

With  springs  that  never   dry. 

The   gates  of  Nature's  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and   day ; 

Here  all  may  find  complete   supplies, 
And  drive  their  wants  away. 

Caleb  S.  Weeks. 


5  |  .         LIGHT  OF  THE  WOELD. 
C.  M.     Time — Antioch. 

Joy  to  the   world !   the   light  is   come ; 

The   only  lawful  king  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  it  room, 

And  moral   nature   sing. 

Joy  to   the   earth !   now  Reason  reigns ; 

Let  men   their  songs   employ ; 
While   fields  and  floods,    rocks,   hils,  and 
plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 


52       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

No  more  let  superstition  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

This  light  wil  make  its  blesings  flow 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 

O,  then  display  its  truth  and  peace, 
And  make  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  its  tendernes, 
The  wonders  of  its  love. 


52.     ALL  HAIL,  THE  TRUTH. 

C.  M.      Tune — Coronation. 

All  hail  the  Truth  !  behold,  he  comes ! 

See,  errors  prostrate  fall  ! 
He  comes  with  royal  diadem, 

And  crowned  the  Lord  of  all ! 

He  comes  to  all — no  chosen  race 

No  partial  remnant  small ; 
He   givs  to  all  his   soverign   grace ; 

He   comes   the   Lord  of  all ! 

Let  every  kindred,    every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him   all  majesty   ascribe, 

And   crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

Then  with   the   mighty,    joyous   throng 

Arising  from   their  thrall, 
We'l  join  in   an  exulting  song 

To   Truth— the   Lord   of  all! 

Adapted  by  Caleb  S  Weeks. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.      53 

53.  STAR  OF  TRUTH. 

8,    7,    4.       Tune — Rousseau's    Dream. 
(Also  known  as    "  Greenville.") 

Guide  us,  Truth,   thou  star  refulgent ! 

Trav'lers  through   a  darksome  land; 
We  ar  weak,   but  thou   art  mighty 

To   supx3ort  our  social  band; 
Lead  us   onward, 

Answering  to   thy  high   command. 

Open,  now,    the   crystal  fountains, 
Whence   thy  healing  waters  flow; 

Bathe  us  and  refresh  our  spirits, 
As  we  on  our  journey  go, 

Blis  expecting, 
Til  we   all  its  plesures  know. 

When  we  view  thy  hev'nly  mansion, 
Breaking  on   our   aching   sight, 

Then   our  fears  begin   to  vanish; 
We  ar  filled  with  sweet  delight ; 

Joys  for   ever 
Bising   to   the   greatest  height. 

Safe  within,   no  more  we  wander; 

Here  we  dwel  in  peace  secure; 
Sordid  cares  no  more  can  tempt  us, 

Foolish  charms  no  more  allure; 
Everlasting, 

Beason's  plesures  wil  endure. 


54       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

54.     MEMOEY  OF  VOLTAIKE. 

7,  6.       Tune — Missionary  Hymn. 

Hurrah  !   the   day  is    breaking, 

The   day  is   breaking  fast; 
From  fevered   dreams   of    ages 

The   world  has   waked   at   last. 
Lo!   Freedom  shakes   the   darknes 

With   anthem   and  with   lyre, 
And  bigotry  is   dying 

Beside   her    martyr  fire! 

The   world  is   up   and   doing, 

Determined  to   atone 
For  blood   and   gloom  that   circled 

The   altar  and  the   throne; 
And  kingcraft  with  its   demons 

Of  flame   and  gore   and  lust, 
The   mitre   and  the  priesthood 

Ar  trampled  in   the   dust. 

Old  Superstition's   specters, 

Ar  back   to  chaos   hurl'd, 
The    full   sun-burst  of  knowledge 

Streams   o'er  the   waking  world; 
And   'mong  the   sacred  relics 

Of  noble,    true,    and  fair, 
The  hearts   of  men   shal   cherish 

The   memory  of  Voltaire. 

Adapted  by  E.  B.  B. 


SONGS    TO    POPULAR    TUNES.  55 

55.  HOLD  THE     FLAG. 

Tune— Hold    the  Fort. 

Hark,   the  trump  of  Freedom  ringing, 

Through   the  battle's   crash! 
Let  your  joyous    shout  of    "Forward!" 

Redy   answer  flash. 
Chorus — Hold  the  flag  of  Freedom  flying, 
Through   the  trubled   night; 
Bound  the  crimson  banner  rally, 
Children  of  the  light  ! 

Boldly  follow  where    she   guideth, 

Ever  take  her  part; 
Goddes  of  your  worship   is   she, 

Monarch   of  your  heart. 
Chorus. 

Be  your  daily  work  an  offering 

Laid  upon  her  shrine; 
Never  let  her  blush  to   own  you, 

Make   your  life   sublime. 
Chorus. 

Be  your  heart   a   holy   altar 

Lit  with  living  flame, 
Aspiration's    incense   rising 

To  her  sacred  name. 
Chorus. 

Gladly  to  her  glorious  service 

Dedicate   each   breth; 
H  you  cannot  win  her  living, 

Conquer  her  by  deth. 

Chorus.  Annie  Besant. 


56       SONGS  TO  POPULAK  TUNES. 

56.  LIV   NOBLY. 

Tune —  There  is  a  Happy  Land. 

While  on  this  earth  ye  stay, 

O,   nobly  liv ; 
Strive  ye  from  day  to  day, 

Some  joy  to  giv, 
Some  hopeful  word  to  speak, 
Fresh  strength  to  giv  the  weak, 
By  constant  effort  seek 

Nobly  to    liv. 

Turn  ye  with  generous  heart 
Toward  those  who  need — 

Eager  to  sow  some  part 
Of  life's  good  seed. 

Forego  mere  selfish  gains  ; 

Think  ye  of  others  claims ; 

Make  e'en  your  simplest  aims 
Noble  indeed. 

Listen  to  conscience'  voice, 

Thy  surest  guide ; 
Its  teachings  make  thy  choice, 

By  them  abide ; 
Walk  ye  with  earnest  feet, 
Holding  all  duty  meet ; 
So  shal  contentment  sweet 

Walk  by  thy  side. 

And  when  the  end  draws  near, 

The   dreamles  rest, 
All  labor  finished  here, 

Ended  all   quest, 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.        I 

Calmly  turn  ye  to  sleep, 

Though  loving  hearts  shal  weep; 

Immortal  they  shal  keep 

Thy  noblest — best.  C.  Godfrey. 


57.  AWAKE!    ARISE! 

H.  M.     Tune— Lenox. 

Hark!  through  the  waking  earth, 

Hark!   through  the  echoing  sky, 
Herald  of  freedom's   birth, 
There  comes  a   glorious  cry — 
Awake  !  arise  !  The  day's  at  hand; 
For  Truth  and  Freedom  take  your  stand. 

The  triple  chains   that  bind, 

Fall  from  the  weary  limb, 
Fall  from  the  down-crushed  mind, 

As  rolls  that  noble  hymn. 
Awake  !   arise  !  etc. 

Unto  man's  waiting  heart 
It  saith,    "Arise,    be  strong ! 

Bear  thou  an  earnest  part 
Against  all  forms  of    wrong." 
Awake,  arise,  etc. 

"Bid  fear  giv  place  to  love; 

Bid  crime  and  passion  cease  ; 
Be  every  word  of  hate 
Forever  husht  in  peace" 
Awake  !  arise  !  etc. 

Adapted  by  E.  B.  B. 


58       SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 

58.  RISE,  MY  SOUL. 

P.  M.     Tune— Amsterdam. 

Bise  my  soul  expand  thy  wings, 
Thine  only  portion  trace  ; 

Rise  from  superstitious  things, 
To  truth,  thy  native  place; 

Sun  and  moon  and  stars  remain, 

Changing  ever  as  they  move; 

Rise,  my  soul,  thy  portion  claim, 
In  Nature's  equal  love. 

Cease,  sad  spirit,  cease  thy  strife, 

Nor  murmer  at  thy  clime  ; 
Liv  a  happy,  virtuous  life, 
And  taste   the   joys  of  time; 
'Midst  thy  friends  and  kindred  dwel, 
Take  what  truth  and  nature  send, 
Cheerful  bid  the  world  farewel, 
Whene'er  thy  life  shal  end. 

Abner  Kneeland. 


59.       REIGN  OF  FREEDOM. 
C.  M.      Tune— St.  Martin's. 

Behold,   the  reign  of  Freedom  comes ! 

That  reign  expected  long ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exult  with  joy, 

And  ev'ry  voice  be  song. 

It  comes  the  pris'ners  to  relieve, 
In  slavery's  bondage  held ; 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES.       59 

The   gates   of  brass  before  it  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

It  comes  from  clouds  of  ignorance 

To  clear  the  inward  sight, 
And  on  the  opening  powers  of  mind 

To  pour  instructive  light. 

Our  voices  in  triumfant  song 

Thy  welcome   shal  proclaim, 
And  spred  to  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  honors  -of  thy  name. 


60.  MAN  OF  KEASON. 

C.  M.  D.      Tune—Brattle  Street. 

Up,  Man  of  reason,  rouse  thee  up ! 

This  is  no  slumbering  age; 
Begird  thyself,  unbare  thy  arm, 

And  for  the  right  engage. 
Stern  duty's  voice  demands  thine  help, 

Arouse  the  for  the  strife, 
Be  uj3  and  doing — for  the  world 

With  mighty  change  is  rife. 

Already  much  has  been  achievd, 

There's  much  more  to  be  done  ; 
But  aid  the  work  with  all  your  strength, 

The  good  shal  yet  be  won. 
O'erleap  the  barriers  prejudice 

May  set  across  your  way ; 
Hope  on — take  courage — persevere, 

And    yours  shal  be  the  day. 


60      SONGS  TO  POPHLAK  TUNES. 

61.  LIBEKAL    HYMN. 

6.  4.     Tune — America. 

Humanity,    for  thee, 
And  for  thy  liberty, 

Our  legions   plead  ! 
Now  be   each  tyrant's  chain, 
Forever  broke  in  twain ; 
Our  work  prove  not  in  vain, 

For  thine   and  thee. 

O  brothers !   unto  ye, 
"Who  would  be   nobly  free, 

In  love  we  come  ; 
And  in  the  name  of  right, 
And  Freedom's  holy  light, 
Abjure   and  spurn   the   blight 

Of  priestly   craft. 

An  altar  new,   to  thee 
"We    raise,    O  Liberty ; 

Our  incense   burn. 
The   old  things   past  away, 
New  things  ris'n  from   decay 
Shal  crown  with  deathles  lay 

Our  righteous   cause. 

Reason,   we  cry  to  thee, 
Author  of  Liberty, 

To  bles  this   day ! 
Let  truth   and  love  prevail, 
Nor  strength  nor  curage  fail, 
Till  we  the   days   shal  hail 
When  thought  is  free  ! 

Mrs.  J.  B.  Br  own. 


SONGS    TO    POPULAR    TUNES.  61 

62.  TRUTH    SEEKERS. 

S.  M.     Tune— Silver  Street 

For  truth  where  wil  ye  seek? 

Where  find  its  place   of  birth? 
Think  ye  'twas  born   on   Sinai's  peak, 

There  given  to  the  earth  ? 

Think  ye  its  endles  fire, 

Flamed  first   on   Hebrew  page, 

Think  ye  it  could   alone  inspire, 
Priests  of  a  bygone  age? 

Hath  it  no  record  true, 

Save  in  the  ancient  time? 
Could  no  one  but  a  pagan  jew, 

Receive  the  word  sublime  ? 

Was  God  asleep  til   then  ? 

And  through   th'  eternal    years, 
Could  nothing  but  a  Hebrew  pen 

Record  the  birth  of  years? 

Nay,    back   beyond  their  ken, 
Beyond  what  legends   taught, 

This   grand   old  earth  gave  birth  to  men 
Whose  lives  were  filled  with  thought. 

They  sought   and  found  the  truth, 

'Tis  written   everywhere, 
Its  record  true,   is  red  by  youth 

In  earth  and  viewles  air. 

Each  soul  can  light  its  fires, 
We  need  no  priestly  line; 


62 


SONGS  TO  POPULAR  TUNES. 


The  more  our  souls  to  truth  aspire, 
The  more  on  us  'twil  shine. 
Horace  31.  Richards, — Adapted  by  E.  B.  B. 


63.  KIND    WORDS. 

lune — Last  Rose  of  Summer. 

"What  a  world  of  deep   sweetnes 

There  is  in  the   tone, 
That  comes  to  us   kindly 

When  weary  and  lone : 
Enwreathd  with   the  laurel, 

What  rest  could  we  find, 
If  love  never  cheerd  us 

With  words  that   ar  kind  ? 

The  floating   of  music, 

When   morning  is   bright, 
May  fall   on  the   spirit 

Like  droppings  of  light. 
For   O,    they  ar  plesant — 

The  hymns  of  the  birds ; 
But  never,   no  never, 

So   sweet   as  kind  words. 

I've   sat  in  the   shadow 

Of  twilight's  soft  wing, 
And  dreamd   about  angels 

And  songs   that  they  sing  ; 
They'r  lovely — such  visions 

By  fancy  combined, 
But   O,  how  much   sweeter 

Ar  words  that  ar  kind. 


SONGS  TO  POPULAK  TUNES.      63 

64.  TO  GRUMBLERS. 

8.  7.     Tune — Yankee  Doodle. 

"Tis   true   the  world  is  very  bad, 
No  mortal  soul  can  blink  it ; 

But  then   'tis   not  so   dedly  vile 
As   some  fault-finders   think  it. 

Cho. — As   some  fault-finders  think  it,   sir, 
As   some  fault-finders   think  it ; 
But  then  'tis  not  so  dedly  vile 
As  some  fault-finders  think  it. 

No  dout,    dark  shadows  cross   the   earth, 
Scarce  liven'd  by  a  stray  light ; 

But  how  is  it,    these  shades  ar   seen  ? 
We  liv  in  virtue's   daylight. 

Cho. — We  liv  in  virtue's   daylight,    sir, 
We  liv  in  virtue's   daylight ; 
That's  how  it  is  these  shades  ar  seen, 
We  liv  in  virtue's   daylight. 

The  deeds  at  which  our  fathers    smiled, 
Nor  thought  a  man  the  worse  for, 

We  look  upon  with  deep   disgust, 
And  giv  our  direst  curse  for. 

Cho. — And  giv  our  direst  curse,  etc. 

The  world  is   but   a  school-boy  yet, 

Its  daily  lesson  learning ; 
Its  teacher,   life,   to  make  it  wise, 

New  pages  ever  turning. 

Cho. — New  pages  ever  turning,    etc. 


64      SONGS  TO  POPHLAB  TUNES. 

Then  cease  this  everlasting  growl, 
Be  gentle,   kind,    and  tender ; 

And  since  the  world  is  bad,   let's  join 
And  do  our  best  to  mend  her. 

Cho. — And  do  our  best   to  mend,  etc. 

Wm.  Denton. 


65,  THE  WORLD  IS  GROWING  BETTER. 

Tune — Yankee  Doodle. 

Hear  ye  the  cry,    O  men  of  earth? 

O'er  sea  and  land   'tis  sounding; 
Old  formulas  ar  breaking  up 

And  new-born  hopes  ar  bounding. 
The  dawn   of  day  has  struck  away 

From   tawny   slave  his   fetter, 
O  happy  hour,    O   glorious  time, — 

The  world  is   growing  better ! 

'Tis  said  the  world  is  growing  old, 

'Tis   rather   growing  youthful — 
Old  fogyism  melts   away 

Before   a  wisdom  truthful. 
If  Ignorance  stil  frown  and  scold 

At  coming  times,    why  let  her, 
Mankind  no  more  shal  own  her  sway, 

The  world  is  growing  better  ! 

Lita  Barney  Sayles. 


65 


Songs   of   Progres, 


66       THE  DAY  BREAKETH. 

L.  M.     Tune— Old  Hundred. 

The  records  of  the  olden  time 
Giv  place  to  truths  far  more  sublime ; 
The  mists  and  darknes  fade    away 
Before  the  light  of  dawning  day. 

Truth's  mighty  power  o'er  all  the  land 
Wil  break  old  Superstition's  band, 
Til  not  an  error  shal  remain 
To  fetter  human  souls  again. 

Truth's  mighty  flow  is  ocean  wide, 
Its  power  as  great  as  ocean's  tide; 
Resistles  as    the  march  of  time, 
Its  tidal  wave  so  grand,  sublime — 

Shal  sweep  old  errors  from  its  path, 
And  for  the  old  time  God  of  wrath 
Shal  open  wide  the  doors  above, 
And  show  us  all   that  God  is  love. 

H.   M.  Richards, 


67.  TO    SCIENCE.   6,6,4. 

Glad  voices  let  us  raise, 

And  sing  triumfant  praise 

This  day  to  see ; 


66  SONGS    OF    PBOGRES. 

For  on  our  mental  sight, 
Now  rising  in    its  might, 
Beams  Science,   glorious  light, 
Mankind  to  free. 

All  o'er  our  favored  land 
Old  ignorance   we   command, 

Our  presence  leave; 
Truth,   without   church  or  state, 
Be  ours  to  consecrate  ; 
And  by  it,  victory  great 

We  wil  achieve. 

J.  H.  Cook. 


68.  BKIGHTER     DAY. 

8,  6.      Tune — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

O  bright   the  day  that   dawneth  now, 

And   brighter   stil   shal   be, 
When  gloom   wil  vanish  from  our  brow, 

And  trammeled   thought  be  free; 
When   truth   shal   gild   our  mental   sky, 

And  errors  fade   away — 
Sure,    science  fair  most  fervently 

Proclaims  the  coming  day. 

When  slaves  no  more  shal  walk  the 
earth, 

Nor  tyrants  rule   the  hour, 
When  man  shal  rise  to  greater  worth 

In  majesty   and   power ; 
And  Nature's  laws,    as  good  supreme, 

Shal   all   his   acts   control, 
And  virtue   with  its  brightest  beam 

Shal  harmonize  his  soul. 


SONGS    OF    PBOGRES.  67 

Then  let  our  hearts  in  joyous   strain 

Sing    loudest  notes  of    praise, 
And  worship   Truth, — be  this  our  aim, — 

In   whatsoever    fase ; 
In  deepest    cave  or  hevens  high, 

In  science   or  in  art, 
Its  treasures   bright   let  none  decry, 

But  cherish  in  the  heart. 

Mrs.  Sophie  W.  Kent. 


69.    STAR    OF    PROGRES.     8,  7. 

Star  of  Progres,    guide  us   onward, 

By  thy  ever  glorious  light, 
May  our  motto  e'er  be — "Onward," 

Swerve  not  to  the  left  nor  right. 

O  illume  our  souls  when  sorrow 
Gathers  clouds   around  our  hearts; 

Show  to  us  the  joyous  morrow 
Which  but  life  and  joy  imparts. 

O  we  greet  thy  beams  with  gladnes, — 

Promis  of  a  brighter  day, 
Which   shal   chase   away   all   sadnes, 

While   bright  glories  round  us  play. 

Shine  thou  on,  thou  starry  token 
Of  the  joys  that  ar  to  come, 

When  with  love's  bright  chain  unbroken, 
We  shal  all  be  gathered  home. 


OS  SONGS  OF  PEOGEES. 

70.    ETERNAL  PEOGEES. 

Tune — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Come,  let  us  join  in  cheerful  song, 

With  hope's  inspiring  lay ; 
With  praise  prolongd,    let  every  tongue 
*  Proclaim  this  joyful  day ; 
For  truth  immortal  rends  the  veil 

Of  error's  dark  domain, 
And  every  gloomy  fantom  fades 

At  reason's  glorious  reign. 

The  earth  and  sky  ar  all  aglow 

With  orbs  of  living  light, 
While  truth's  victorious  banners  rise 

On  every  mountain  hight, 
Take  curage,  then,  O    douting  soul ; 

For   all  that's  great  and  good 
Wil  be  revealed  to  every  mind, 

As  truth  is  understood. 

No   sin-atoning  sacrifice 

Can  banish   pain   and  woe ; 
But  manfully  we  learn   to  liv 

By  reaping  what  we   sow  ; 
The   bitter  fruits   of  each   misdeed 

As  kindly  point  the   way, 
As   do  the   joys  in   sweet  return, 

When  truth  we  most  obey. 

Eternal  progres   marks   the  path 

Of  each  immortal   soul, 
And  though  in  weaknes  we   may  fall, 

We  rise  to  self-control; 


SONGS    OF    PROGKES.  69 

Thus  right  wil  over  wrong  prevail, 

If  truth  be  understood, 
For  wickednes   shal   not  avail 

To  crush  eternal  good. 

W.  S.  Barlow. 


71.       A    NEW    FAITH.  C.    M. 

Let  superstition  be  destroyd 

And  falshood   cast   away, 
That  liberty  may  be  enjoyd, 

And  truth  hold  sov'reign   sway. 

Let  thought  be  free  to   all  mankind, 

And  reason's  light  illume 
The  long-benighted  relms   of  mind, 

Dispeling  clouds  of  gloom. 

Let  conscience  rule  us  every  day, 
That  we  may  honor  truth, 

And  her  supreme  commands  obey 
Through  life,    from   early  youth. 

Let  kindnes  til   the  human  heart 

With   sympathy  for   all, 
And  bid  us  knowledge   to  impart, 

The   mind  to  disenthrall. 

Let  love  prevail  in  every  brest, 

And  happines   abound  ; 
May   all   mankind  be   truly  blest, — 

Humanity  be  crown'd. 


70  SONGS    OF    PKOGRES. 

72.  THE  BETTER  CHOICE.     L.  M. 

All !   wretched  minds,   who  stil  remain 
Mere   slaves   to   superstition's  din  ! 

A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

I  would  resolve  with  all   my  heart, 
"With  all  my  powers  true  peace  pursue ; 

Nor  from   these  precepts   e'er   depart, 
Which  hav  the  good  of  man  in  view. 

O,   be  this   service  all  my  joy, 
Around  let  my  example   shine, 

Til   others  love   the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors   so   sublime. 

Be  this  the  purpose  of    my  heart, 
My   solemn,    my   determined   choice, 

To  ever  act  the  virtuous  part, 
And  in  the  ways  of  truth  rejoice. 


73.     THE    WORLD    MOVES. 

8.  7.   Time— Sicily. 

O,  the  world  is  moving  onward, 
With   a  grand  resistles   tred, 

While  the  anthems  of  the  living 
Drown  th'  requiems  for  the  ded. 

Yes  !   Humanity  is  waking 

From  old  error's  gloomy  night; 


SONGS    OF    PBOGKES.  71 

Christian  forms   and    shams   ar  breaking, 
While  the  cause  of  truth  grows  bright. 

Mind  and  matter   ever  blending, 

In  the  human  form   divine, 
Giv  us  trust  in  life  unending, 

That  must  christian  hopes   outshine. 


74.        FRUITS   OF  CONCOED.  L.  M. 

Happy  the  land  of  every  clime, 

Where  Science  beams  her  lucid   rays; 

Where  nativ  truths  with  luster  shine, 
Attuning   every  heart  to  praise. 

Where  fairest  fruits   of  knowledge  grow, 
And  wisdom   doth  her  charms   display, 

Where  tears   of  sorrow  cease  to  flow, 
Or  kindnes   wipes   them   all   away. 

The  vernal  songster's  tuneful  notes, 

To  honest  labor   all  invite; 
The  fields  and  gardens  yield  their  fruits, 

The  husbandman  they   thus  requite. 

But  discord  poisons  human   blis, — 

To  plesure  is   a  dedly  foe; 
It    fils  the   mind  with   deep   distres, 

And   sinks   the   heart  to   bitter  woe. 

Then  let  us   all  in  union   join, 

And  ever  seek  the  common  weal; 

Let  love  and  charity  combine, 
Each  other's  errors  all  to  heal. 


72  SONGS    OF    NATURE. 

75.     THE  BEAUTIES   OF  NATURE. 

8,  7.     Tune—Nettlelon. 

Look  around  the  fields   of  Nature, 

Plesant  scenes,    how  richly   gay; 
What   a  home  for  ev'ry    creature, 

Doth   the   universe    display  ! 
See  the  earth  with  air  surrounded, 

Ocean,    with  her  deep  profound ; 
All  with  life   and  stir   abounding, 

Happy  millions   all   around. 

Then  we'l  praise   all  bounteous   Nature ; 

Praise   shal  flow  from   ev'ry  tongue ; 
Let  us  join  with  ev'ry  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song  ; 
For  the  hours  of  social  plesure, 

For  the  hope  of  future  days, 
For  th'  extent   of  life's  full  mesure, 

Shout   aloud  all   Nature's  praise. 

Abrier  Kneeland. 


76.  LAWS  OF  NATURE.  C.  M. 

The  laws   of  Nature  they   ar   sure, 
They  make  the   simple  wise ; 

That  man  mistakes   his   safest  guide 
Who  does  those  laws   desjuse. 

The  statutes   of  those  laws   ar   right, 
And  wil  improve  the   heart ; 

To   all  who  follow  where  they  lead 
They  health  and  joy  impart. 


SONGS    OF    NATURE.  73 

Because  they  teach   the   sons   of  nien, 
How  they  their  lives  should  frame: 

A  rich  reward  they  wil   bestow 
On  all  who  keep  the  same. 


77,   LEARN  OF  NATUKE.  8,  7. 

Nature  is  the  safest  teacher 

For  the  darkend  mind  of  man  ; 

Listen  to  this  ancient  preacher 
As  the  wisest  in   the  land. 

Nature's  laws  in   mind  and  body, 
Nature's  laws  in  earth  and  sky 

Wil  reveal  to  all  their  duty 
And  the  bigot's  frown  defy. 

Sacred  books  and  man-made   bibles, 
Musty  with  the  mold  of  time, 

Made  by  barbarous  popes   and    councils, 
Ar  not  guides   to  truths   sublime. 

Working  through  all  forms   and  forces 
Love  and  wisdom  guide  the  whole ; 

Listen  to  their  sacred  voices, 
As  inspirers  of   the  soul. 

Nature's  laws  ar  laws  unchanging, 
Sweeping   through   the   cosmos  wide ; 

Dealing  sorrow  to  us,   erring, 
Blis,   if  we  those  laws   abide. 

D.    Higbie— adapted. 


74:  SONGS    OF    NATURE. 

78.       THE    WOELD    IS    YOUNG. 

7.  6.     Tune— Webb. 

The  world  is  young,  my  brothers ; 

We're  all  here  in   good  time. 
Cease  groaning,  foolish  preacher, 

The  earth  is  in  her  prime. 

When  did  the  sun  shine  brighter  ? 

Who  saw  the  moon  more  fair  ? 
Who  knows  Spring's  breth  more  balmy? 

More   sweet  the  fragrant  air? 

Stil  sing  the  flowing  rivers, 

Stil  chant  the  rolling  seas  ; 
And  anthems  rise  to  heven 

From  budding  forest  trees. 

In  Nature's  face   no  wrinkle  ; 

Care  writes  not  on  her  brow ; 
When    "sang  the   stars   of  morning," 

Les  fair  was  she  than  now. 

Stil  livs   the   tree   of  freedom, 

Whose  boughs  bear  fruit  for   all, 

And  poison  for  the  tyrant 
Who  would   a  soul   enthrall. 

We'l   sing  the  old  world  young  then, 

With  beauty  on   its   brow; 
This   globe  was  never  fairer, 

In  bygone  days   than  now.  ~  Wm.  Denton. 


SONGS    OF    WOESHTP.  75 

79.  THE   PLACE    OF    WORSHIP. 
L.  M.     Tune — Hebron. 

The  place  of  worship  is  not  bound 
By  arched  roofs   and   stone-  bilt  walls, 

Where  prayers   ar   said  in  weary  round, 
As  custom  leads  or  church  bel  calls. 

Where  solem  forms  the  truth  encrust, 
The  real  hides  beneath  pretense  ; 

And  ages   of  tradition's  dust 

Stil  blind  and  choke  the  moral  sense. 

In  flowery  fields   with   bees   and  birds, 
The  heart  may  leap  and  join  their  hymn; 

Worship   is  not  confined  to  words 
In  gloomy  cells  and  cloisters  dim. 

'Tis  where  the  hand  with  nature  vies, 
And,    ever  working,    blessing  brings ; 

'Tis  where  the  mind  with  reverence  tries 
To  find  the  mysteries  of  things. 

The   joyful  heart  is  highest  praise, 
Work,   thought,    and  love,   the  loftiest 
prayer  ; 
These  consecrate  all  times   and  days, 
And  bid  the  soul  to  worship  there. 
F.  Barrington. 


76  SONGS    OF    WORSHIP. 

80.    HIGHEE  GEOUND.     CM. 

Through  relnis  of  earnest,  lofty  thought, 
Which  seers   and  sages  knew, 

I  seek  the   Trine  that  Plato  sought, 
The  Lovely,    Good  and  True. 

I  greet  the  silence  deep  and  grand, 

The   solitude  profound, 
The  mystic,   breezy  Upper-Land 

"With  peace  and  beauty  crownd. 

Beneath — the  war  of  angry  sects, 

The  clash   of  hostil   creeds  ; 
Above — the  joy  that  love   perfects, 

The  rest  that  strife  succeeds. 

Up,    heart!  and  seek  the  shining    rays 
That  flood  the   azure   height — 

The  mountain-tops   and  golden   days, 
Freedom  and  Strength  and  Light! 


81,  TO    EEASON. 

S.  M.     Tune — Shirlaiid. 

O    Reason  !  full   of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 

Myself,   my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 

Thy  willing  servant,    I 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own  ; 

And  from  this  moment,  liv  or  die, 
I  serve  but  thee  alone. 

Elmina  D.  Slenker. 


SONGS    OF    REASON.  77 

82.        RISE,    EEASON.    C.  M. 

Rise,    Reason,   shine  on  all  our    race, 

Shed  confidence   around; 
For  where  thou  guid'st  our    wand'ring 
steps 

Is  sure,  is  solid  ground. 

Rise,  sun  that  lights  the  mental  world, 
And  drive  night's  visions  hence; 

Dispel  the   cloud   of  error's   gloom 
With  beams  of  common  sense. 

Shine,  from  the  eastern  shore  to  west; 

Extend  from   sea  to   sea; 
Til  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Illuminated  be. 

The  day  wil  come ;   the  happy   day 

Is   spreding  o'er  the  sky, 
When  truth  shal  chase  vain  dreams  away, 

And  midnight  fantoms  fly. 


83.  EEASON.  C.  M. 

Reason,   the  frend  of  human  kind, 
Long  banisht  from  her   throne, 

Has  burst  the   veil   of    gloomy  night, 
And  claims  us  as  her  own. 

O   what   a  night  was   that  which  wrapt 
The  human   mind  in   gloom! 

O  what   a  sun  which  breaks   this    day 
On   superstition's  doom! 


78  SONGS    OF    REASON. 

Ten  thousand  happy  voices  join 
To  hail   the  glorious  morn; 

'Twil  scatter  blessings  far  and  wide, 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 


84.  A  BKIGHTER  DAY. 

Comrades!  see  o'er  yonder  hil  tops 

Gleams  of  light  appear; 
Brighter,   stronger,   clearer  growing, 

Day  wil  soon  be  here. 
Cho. — Faithful  be  to  Reason's    standard, 
Fear  not  Error's  powers; 
Truth  is  strong  and  sure  to  conquer, 
Vict'ry  must  be  ours. 

Not  the  light  from  pious  altars, 

Red  with  scenes  of  deth, 
But  the  light  of  Reason  breaking 

Through  the  gloom  of  faith. 
Cho. — Faithful  be,  etc. 

Long  the  night  of  superstition 
Wrapped   the  earth   with   gloom; 

Now  the   glorious  rays   of  reason 
Shal  her  vales  illume. 

Cho — Faithful  be  etc. 

Slowly,    surely,    brightly,    grandly, 

Spreds   the   glorious  light, 
Harbinger  of  all   that's  precious, 

Freedom,  Truth,    and  Right. 
Cho. — Faithful  be,   etc. 

Ghas.  Stephenson. 


SONGS    OF    EEASON.  79 

85.     WHAT  WE  WANT.  C.  M. 

We  want  no  counsel  from  the  priest, 

No  bishop's  crook  or  gown, 
No  sanctimonious  righteousnes, 

No  curse   or  godly  frown. 

We  want  no  Bibles  in  the  school, 

No  creeds  or   doctrins   there, 
We  want  no   superstition's  tool 

The   children's   mind  to    scare. 

We  want  the  rights   of  Liberty, 

With  Reason's  lamp   to  try 
Each  word  and  thought   of  other   men, 

To  solv  our  destiny. 

We  want  the  wrongs  of  life  to  hav, 

A  cure  that's  felt  to-day, — 
A  savior,    not  beyond  the  grave, — 

To  work,  and  not  to  pray. 

We  want  to  reverence  the  right 

That's  felt  and  understood, 
And   not  with   Superstition's   blight, 

To  fear   an   angry   God. 

We  want  our  paradise  on  earth — 

Not  saints,  but  honest    men, 
Whose  lives   shal  need  no  second  birth, 

Or   Savior  rudely   slain. 

And  having  these,    the  work   shal   grow ; 

Each   effort  shal  set  free 
A  thinking  man,   whose  voice   shal    go 

To  shout  for  liberty. 


80  SONGS    OP    EEEEDOM. 

86-    ODE    TO  SUPERSTITION. 

Tune — Brace's  Address. 

Scurge   and  tyrant   of  the  land, 
KincUer   of  dissension's    brand, 
Drop   from  out  thy  palsied  hand, 
Th'  septer  of  thy  sway  ! 

We  hav  burst  thy  hated  chain — . 
We   disown  thy   blighting  reign, 
Ne'er  wil  we    be   slaves  again, 
Beason  points   our  way. 

Superstition  bows  her  hed — 
Falsehood   sleeps   among  the   ded, 
Bigotry's   exulting  tred, 

Now   cannot   condem. 

Sal'ried  sons  may  mourn  her  fall — 
Pastors   to  their  flocks  may   call ; 
They  no  more  o^^r  minds  enthrall ; 
Beason    cries— Amen. 


87.       FREEDOM'S    CHARMS. 

7s.    Tune — Hendon. 

Freedom's   charms   alike   engage 
Blooming  youth   and  hoary  age  ; 
None  ar  happy  but  the  free ; 
Blis  is  born   of  liberty. 

Though   all  other  joys  were  mine, 
'Midst  those  joys  I  should  repine, 


SONGS    OF    FKEEDOM.  81 

If  my  strong  and  valiant  soul 
Felt  the  harshnes  of  control. 

For  one  day  with  freedom  spent 
Yieldeth  more  sincere  content, 
Than  a  whole  eternal    round 
In  the   chains  of  slav'ry  bound. 

Giv  me  freedom  while   I  liv , 
For  my  guide,   pure  wisdom   giv, 
Giv  me   goodnes  for  my  frend , 
Hapx^ines  wil  then  attend. 


88.       DEEDS,    NOT    WOEDS. 

L.  M.     Tune — Uxbridge. 

Bound  fast  to  creed,   who  can  be  free, 
And  feel  the  joys  of  Liberty  ? 
He  is  in    thraldom    of  the  soul 
"Whose  life  both  church  and  creed  control. 

For  to  be  free,   aye,  free  indeed. 
One  must  throw  off  the  chains  of  creed, 
And  let  the  soul  untrammeld  soar, 
Free   as  the  winds  forevermore, 

To  read  the  laws  of  life   and  love, 
In  rolling  earth — the  worlds  above ; 
For  Nature's  face  unerring  givs 
A    "Holy  writ"   that  ever  lives. 

No  records  of  the  misty  lore, 
Can  teach  me  what  I  must  adore  ; 


82  SONGS    OF    FREEDOM. 

No  worded  revelation   given, 

Can  point  my   sonl  the  way  to  lieven. 

For  as  upon  this   rock  I  stand, 
I  read   God's   Scriptures  plowd  in  land  ; 
When  night  comes  on  with  worlds  outspred, 
I  read  them  on  that    radient  bed. 

And  when  my  soul  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  endles   space,    Infinity, 
I  humbly  bow,    for   God  has  given 
Yon  burning  worlds   to  light  to  heven. 

B.  Lapham. 

89.  NOBLE  LIVES.    8.  7. 

There   ar  hearts  that  never  falter 

In  the  battle  for  the   right ; 
There   ar  ranks  that  never  alter 

Watching  through  the  darkest  night. 
And  the  agony  of   sharing 

In  the  fiercest  of  the  strife, 
Only   givs   a  nobler  daring, 

Only  makes  a  grander  life. 

There  ar  those  who  never  weary, 

Bearing  suffering   and  wrong ; 
Though  the  way  is  long  and  dreary, 

It  is  vocal  with  their  song. 
While  their  spirits  in  Truth's  furnace, 

Bending  to  its  gracious  wil, 
Ar  becoming  purer,  fairer, 

By  its  loving  matchles  skil. 

There   ar  those  whose  loving  mission 
Is  to  bind  the  bleeding  heart, 


SONGS    OF    FREEDOM.  83 

And  to  teach  the  calm  submission 
Where  the  pain  and  sorrow  smart; 

They  ar  angels  bearing  to  us, 
Love's  rich   ministry  of  peace, 

When  the  night  is  nearing  to  us, 
And  life's  bitter  trials  cease. 

There  ar  those  who  battle  slander, 

Envy,  hatred  and  all  wrong, 
Who  would  rather  die  than  pander 

To  the  passions  of  the  strong  ; 
[And  no  earthly  power  can  crush  them, 

They  ar  conquerors  of  fate ; 
Neither  fear  nor  favor  crush  them, — 

These  alone  ar  truly  great. 


90.    FREEDOM'S   STRENGTH.  C.  M. 

I'd  rather  wear  a  crown  of  thorns, 

With  souls  who  dare  be  free, 
Than   own   the   costliest   diadem 

At  price   of  liberty. 

Let  folly  scof,  and  cowards  creep, 
The  strong  must  walk   alone  ; 

There's   secret  joy  in  freedom's  strength, 
The  weak  hav  never  known. 

The  valiant-hearted  fear  no  storms 
That  beat   'gainst  freedom's   side ; 

Nor  shrink  before   the  foeman's   steel — 
Scars  ar  the  hero's  pride. 

Jennie  H.  Foster. 


84:  SONGS    OF    HUMANITY. 

91.  BE    THYSELF. 

8.  7.     Tune — Autumn. 

Be  thyself ;   a  nobler  gospel 
Never  preached  the  Nazarene. 

Be   thyself ;    'tis  holy  scripture, 
Though  no  Bible  lids  between. 

Dare  to  shape  the  thought  in    language 

That  is   lying  in  thy  brain  ; 
Dare  to  launch  it,    banners  flying, 

On  the  bosom  of  the  main. 

Be  no  parrot,  idly  prating 

Thoughts  the  spirit  never  knew; 

Be  a  profet  of  the   God-sent, 
Telling  all  thy  message  true. 

Then  tho'  coward  world  may  scorn  thee, 
Frendship  fail  and  fortune  frown. 

Heven  itself  grow   dark   above   thee, 
Gods  in  anger  thence  look  down ; 

Heed  not ;   there's  a  world  more  potent 

Carried  in  thy  manly  heart. 
Be  thyself  and  do   thy   duty  ; 

It  wil  always  take  thy  part. 

If  the  God  within  says,   "Wei  done," 
What  ar  other  gods  to  thee  ? 

Hel's  his  frown  ;  but,  where  his  smile  is, 
There  is  heven  for  the  free. 

Wm.  Denton. — Adapted. 


SONGS    OP    HTTMAOTTY.  85 

92.  TKUST  THYSELF. 

8.  7.     Tune— Sicily. 

Trust  thyself !  believe,   endevor, 

Try  again,   though  hope  should  fail; 

Hope  is  mortal;  Faith  for  ever 
Liveth — living  must  prevail. 

Trust  thy  fellows!  work  together, 
E'en   the   sun  works  not   alone; 

Whirling  through   the  width   of  ether 
Other   suns   their   courses  run. 

Trust  in   Truth  !    she  is   eternal; 

Let  thy  wil  but  fix  its  root ; 
Trust  in   Truth,  who  in  one  kernel 

Hideth   centuries   of  fruit. 


93.        STAND  FIRM.     C.  M. 

Stil  firm  in  purpose  ever  be 

Wherever  drifts   the  tide, 
And  bear  in   mind,  whate'er  we  see, 

The  world  to  all  is  wide. 

O  heart,   hold  fast,   though  hard  it  be 

At  first  to  win  the  way; 
The   darkest  morning  in   the  end 

May  prove  the  brightest  day. 

As  weak  a  boat  has  reacht  the  port 

In  spite  of  every  tide; 
Fear  not  that  every  course    wil  fail 

Until  the  whole  ar  tried. 

C.  G.  Leland. 


86  SONGS    OF    HUMANITY. 

94,     TAKE  THE  HELM.     8,  7. 

Be  thyself  !     There's  nothing  grander 

Written  in  thy  inmost   soul! 
Trust  thyself  and   stand  the  firmest, 

When  life's  surges   wildest  roll! 

Let  thy  Beason  be  thy  helmsman, 
He  wil   guide   thy  bark  aright, 

And  thy  polar   star  be   duty; 
No  clouds  ever  dim  that  light. 

Thou  must  sail  like    all  around  thee, 
Oft  in  calm   and  oft  in   storm; 

Oft  shalt  hear  the   cordage   creaking, 
Oft  torn   sails   come   rattling   down. 

Oft  the  reefs  wil  rise  before  thee, 
Turn   thee  from   thy   chosen    path; 

Overboard  shal  go  thy   treasure; 
Oft  the  past  grins  like   a  wraith. 

Courage  stil !  the  storm  when  ended 
Leaves  a  smooth  and  placid  sea; 

And  in  place   of  sails  thus  rended, 
Stronger   sails   there   then  wil  be. 

In  the  sted  of  sunken  tresure, 
Richer  cargo   shalt  thou  find; 

And  thy  path  now  seeming  wayward, 
Shal  prove  straight  as  path   of    wind. 

And  the  wraith  that  came  to  daunt  thee 
Then  wil  prove  an  angel  guide, 

That  with  smile  shal  beckon  onward, 
Into  heven's  calmer  tide. 


SONGS    OF    HUMANITY.  87 

95.     WHAT  OF    THY    LIFE?     C.  M. 

What  of  thy  life,    0  frend   of  mine? 

I  wil  not  ask  thy  creed, 
Or  whether  plant  of  grace   divine 

In  thy  heart  scatters  seed. 

The  form  of  faith   that  fils   thy  want 

I  do  not  care  to  know ; 
Nor  whether  at  baptismal   font 

Christ's  love  to   thee   did  flow. 

How  oft  it  is  you  fast  and  pray 

Alone  on  bended  knee, 
Or  by  what  chart  you   shape   your  way, 

You  need  not  tel  to  me. 

But  tel  me  if  the  inborn  good 

Stands  forth  in  bold  relief  ; 
If  virtue  ne'er  misunderstood, 

Of  jewels  all,  is  chief. 

And  dost  thou   own  from  hour   to    hour, 

Truth's  ministrations  sweet ; 
And  does  her  matchles  living  power 

Make   all  thy  life  complete  ? 

Ar  all  thy  days  so  thickly  strewn 
With  pure  and  loving   deeds, 

That,    making  others'   cares   thine   own, 
Thou   hast  forgot  thy  needs? 

In  all  thy  ways,  hast  thou   e'er  done 
The  best  thy  hand    could  do  ? 

If  so,   I'm  sure  thy  crown  is  won, — 
Fadeles,   and  pure,  and  true. 


88  SONGS    OF    HUMANITY. 

96.  WHAT    I    LIV   FOE. 

Tune — Missionary  Hymn. 

I  liv   for  those   who  love  me, 
For  those   I  know  ar  true, 
For  heven  that  smiles  above  me, 

And  earth  so  fair  to  view  ; 
For  human  ties  that  bind  me, 
For  tasks  by  God  assigned  me, 
For  bright  hopes  left  behind  me, 
And  good  that  I  can  do. 

I  liv   to  learn  their  story, 
Who  suffered  for  my  sake, — 

To  emulate  their  glory, 
And  follow  in  their  wake ; 

Bards,  patriots,    martyrs,   sages, 

The  noble  of   all  ages, 

Whose   deeds   crowd  history's  pages, 
And  time's  great  volume  make. 

I  liv   to  hold   communion 

With   all   that  is  divine;  . 

To  feel  there  is  a  union 

'Twixt  nature's  heart  and  mine  ; 

To  profit  by  affliction, 

Reap  truths  from  fields   of  fiction, 

Grow  wiser  by  conviction. 
And  fil  each  grand  design. 

I  liv  to  hail   the   season 
By  gifted  minds  foretold, 

When  men  shal  rule  by  reason, 
And  not  alone  by  gold ; 


SONGS    OP    HUMANITY.  89 

"When  man  to  man  united, 
And  every  wrong  thing  righted, 
The  whole  world  shal  be  lighted, 
By  loving  joy  untold. 


97.  FAITH  IN  ONE  ANOTHEE.  8,  7. 

Cherish  faith  in   one   another, 

When  you  meet  in  friendship's   name; 
In  the  true  frend  is   a   brother, 

And  his  heart  should  throb   the  same. 

Though  your  paths  in  life   may  differ, 
Since   the  hour  when  first  ye  met ; 

Stil  hav  faith  in  one   another, 
You  may  need  that  friendship  yet. 

O  hav  faith  in  one  another, 

When  ye   speak  a  brother's  vow; 

It  may  not  be   always   summer — 
Not  be   always  bright   as  now. 

And  when  wintry  clouds  ar   hevy, 

If  some  kindred  heart  you  share, 

And  hav  faith  in  one  another, 

O  ye  never  shal  despair. 

Then  hav  faith  in  one  another, 
And  let  honor  be  your  guide  ; 

Let  the  truth  alone  be  spoken, 
Whatsoever  may  betide. 

Tho'   the  false   may  reign  a  season, — 
Dout  ye  not  it  sometims  wil ; 

Yet  hav  faith  in  one   another, 
And  the   truth   shal  triumf  stil. 


90  SONGS    OF    HUMANITY. 

98.  PERSEVERANCE. 

8,  7.      Tune—Wilmot. 

Take   the   spade  of  perseverance  ; 

Dig  the  fields  of  progres  wide ; 
Every  rotten  root  of  faction 

Hurry   out  and  cast   aside. 

Every   stubborn  root   of  error, 
Every  weed  that  hurts  the  soil, 

Tares,    whose  very  growth   is  terror, 
Dig  them  out,   whate'er  the  toil* 

Giv  the   stream   of  education 
Broader  channel,    bolder  force; 

Hurl  the  stones  of  persecution 

Out,   where'er  they  block  its  course. 

Seek  for  strength  in  self-exertion; 

Work,    and  stil  hav  faith  to  wait; 
Close  the  crooked  gate  to  fortune, 

Make   the  path  to  honor  straight. 

Men  ar  agents  for  the  future ! 

As   they  work,    so  ages  win 
Either  harvest  of    advancment, 

Or   the  product  of  their   sin ! 

Follow   out  true  cultivation, 

Widen   education's    plan ; 
From  the  majesty  of  Nature 

Teach  the  majesty  of  man ! 


SONGS   OP    HUMANITY.  91 

99.  EEAL   SAVIOKS.  L.  M. 

When  worth   and  genius   ar  combined 
In  men   of  heart   and   activ  mind, 
And  from  their  noble  musings  flow 
Benignest  balm  for  human   woe  ; 

O  let    us  hail  the  light  they  giv, 
And  aid  the  cause  for  which   they  liv, 
And  grateful   twine   around   their  name 
The  wreath  of  an  undying  fame. 

Such  men  ar  gems  of  priceles  worth, 
The  real  saviors  of  the  earth ; 
They  bring  reforms  and  show   the   way 
To  better  things — a  brighter  day. 

W.  Camsel. 


IOO.  WHOM    TO    HONOR.     C,  M. 

Honor   to   him  who  freely   gives 

As  fortune  tils  his  store  ; 
Who  shares  the  gifts  that  he  receives 

With  those  who  need  them  more  ; 
Whose  melting  heart   of  pity  moves 

O'er  sorrow  and  distres ; 
Of   all  his   friends,    who  mostly  loves 

The  poor  and  fatherles. 

Honor  to  him  who  shuns  to  do 

An  action  mean  or  low  ; 
Who  wil  a  noble  course  pursue 

To  stranger,   frend,   or  foe ; 
Who  seeks  for  justice  more  than  gain, 

Is  merciful  and  kind ; 


92  SONGS    OF    HUMANITY. 

Who  wil  not  cause  a  needles  pain 
In  body   or  in  mind. 

Honor  to  him  who  scorns  to  be 

To  name  or  sect  a  slave  ; 
Whose  soul  is  like  the  sunshine,  free, 

Free  as  the  ocean  wave ; 
Who  when  he  sees  oppression,  wrong, 

Speaks  out  in  thunder-tones  ; 
Who  feels  that  he,  with  truth,  is  strong 

To  grapple  e'en  with  thrones. 


|OI.         BRAVE    REFORMERS.     CM. 

O  brave   Reformers,  not  in   vain, 

You  trust  in  human   kind; 
That  good  which  bloodshed  cannot  gain, 

Your  peaceful  zeal  shal   find. 

The  truths  you  urge   ar  borne    abroad 

By  every  wind   and  tide ; 
The  voice   of   Nature,    now   adored, 

Speaks  out  upon  your  side. 

Tho  wepons  which  your  hands  hav  found, 
Ar  those  the  brain  hath  wrought — 

Light,  liuth  and  love  ;  your  battle  ground 
The  free,    broad  field  of  thought. 

O  may  no  selfish   purpose  break 

The  beauty  of  your  plan  ; 
Nor  lie,    from  throne  or   altar,    shake 

Your  stedy  faith  in  man. 


SONGS    OF    LABOK.  93 

J02.     THE    MEN    WHO    WOEK. 

Tune — Life  on  the  Ocean   Wave. 

Hurrah  for  the  men  who  work, 

Whatever  their  trade  may  be  ; 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who  wield  the  pen, 

For  those  who  plow  the  sea  ; 
And  for  those  who  earn  their  bred 

By  th'  swet  of  an  honest  brow, 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who  dig  and  delve, 

And  they  who  reap  and  sow  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  sturdy  arm, 

Hurrah  for  the  stedy  wil, 
Hurrah  for  the  worker's  helth  and  strength, 

Hurrah  for  the  worker's  skil, 
Hurrah  for  the  open  heart, 

Hurrah  for    the  noble  aim, 
Hurrah  for  loving  quiet  home, 

Hurrah  for  an  honest  name ! 

Hurrah  for  the  men  who  strive, 

Hurrah  for  the   men  who   save, 
"Who  sit  not  down,  and  drink  til  they  drown 

But  struggle  and  brest  the  wave. 
Hurrah  for  the  men  on  land, 

And  they  who'r  on  the  sea; 
Hurrah  for  the  men  who'r  bold  and  brave, 

The  good,   the  true,   and  the  free  ! 

J.  Richardson. 


94:  SONGS    OP    LABOR. 

103.     OUR    FORE-MOTHERS.     8,  7. 

Down  the  vista  of  the  century, 

Through  its  dim  and  shadowy  years, 
Teeming  with  their   toils   and  struggles, 

Joys   and  sorrows,    hopes  and  fears, 
Comes  the  voice  of  noble  women, 

Who,  with  sons  and  brothers,  long 
Fought  for  truth  and  right   the   battle — 

Our  fore-mothers,  brave  and  strong. 

Women  who,    when  freedom,  fettered, 

Shook  its   chains,    defiance   hurled; 
'Twas  their  hand  that  lit   the   beacon, 

Theirs  the  flag  of  truth  unfurled ; 
Theirs,   the  fingers,    swift  and  skilful, 

Spun  the  flax  as  white   as  snow ; 
Wove  the  cloth  that  clothed  the  armies 

Which  for  freedom  struck  the  blow. 

When  the  clouds  of  warfare   darkend, 

And  the  country's  woe  seemd  near, 
Their's,  the  brave  hearts,  full  of  curage, 

That  the  douting  helpt  to  cheer. 
Theirs,  the  hearts  that,  true   and  tender, 

Knew  no  faltering  or   distrust; 
Cheerd  the  hopeles,   soothd  the  weary, 

With  their  words  of  faith  and  trust. 

Women  of  the  nineteenth   century, 
With   your  wond'rus  gifts   so  rare  ; 

Freedom,    from   all   old-time   thraldom ! 
Freedom  now,  to  do  or  dare  . 


SONGS    OF    LABOE.  95 

Look  not  on  the  the  great  world's  conflicts, 
Through  your  curtain's  flimsy  lace ; 

But  with  heart  and  hand  be  doing 
Something  to  advance   the  race. 

Dora  Darmore. 


104,     AN    EARNEST    WIL.      C.  M. 

There's  nothing  like   an  earnest  wil, 
To   struggle   through   the  world, 

And  to  repel  the   arrows   stil, 
By  fate   against  us   hurled. 

The  bourne  may  be   a   distant  one 
Which  we  may  wish  to   gain  ; 

Our  path  may  be   a  weary   one 
'Mid  sorrow,    want,    and  pain. 

But  if  resolve   be   stedfast   stil, 

'Twil  be  our  guiding  ray ; 
For  where  there  is   an  earnest  wil 

We're   sure  to  find  a  way. 

Scoit. 


105.  LIV   AND    LABOR.     8,7. 

Labor  fearles,  labor  faithful, 

Labor  while   the  day   shal   last ; 
For  the  shadows  of  the   evening 

Soon  the   sky  wil  overcast ; 
Ere   shal   end  thy  day   of  labor, 

Ere  shal  rest  thy  manhood's  sun, 
Strive  with  every  power  within  thee, 

That  th'  appointed  task  be  done, 


96  SONGS   OF   LABOR. 

Life  is  not  the  traceles  shadow, 

Nor  the  wave  -upon   the   beach; 
Though   our   days  ar   brief,    yet  lasting 

Is  the  stamp  we  giv  to  each. 
Life  is  real,    life  is  earnest, 

Full   of  labor,    full   of   thought; 
Every  hour  and  every  moment 

Is  with  living  vigor  fraught. 


106,  LIV   TO    DO    GOOD.     8,8,6. 

Tune — Ariel. 

Liv  to  do  good — this  world  should  be 
But  one  united  family, 

One  holy  brotherhood ; 
Where    each   should  for  his  neighbor  feel, 
Helping  along  the  general  weal, 

The  universal   good. 

Liv  to  do  good — an  idle  wail 
Is  useles — action  must    prevail; 

A  living  pattern  teach ; 
Invoke  example's  potent  aid, 
And  that  to  which  you  would  persuade, 

Practice   as  wel  as  preach. 

Liv  to  do  good — if  festering  sores 
Humanity  with  tears  deplores, 

Strive  all  you   can  to  heal  ; 
Direct  the  young,    and  comfort  age, 
Boldly  for  right   and  truth   engage, 

And  for  the  suffering  feel. 


SONGS    OF    LABOR.  97 

|07.      LTV    FOR    SOMETHING. 

8,  7.       Tune — Nettleton. 

Liv  for  something,  be  not  idle, 

Look  about  thee  for  employ, 
Sit  not  down  in  useles  dreaming — 

Labor  is  the  sweetest  joy. 
Folded  hands  ar  ever  weary, 

Selfish  hearts  ar  never  gay, 
Life  for  thee  hath  many  duties — 

Activ  be  then  while  you  may. 


Scatter  blessings  in  the  pathway, 

Gentle  words  and  cheering  smiles ; 
Better  they  than  gold  and  silver, 

With  their  strife  creating  wiles. 
As  the   plesant   sunshine  falleth 

Ever  on  the  grateful   earth, 
So  let  sympathy  and  kindnes 

Gladden  wel  the  darkend  hearth. 


Hearts  there  ar  cpprest  and  weary 

Drop  the  tears  of  sympathy; 
Whisper  words  of  hope  and  comfort, 

Giv,    and  thy  reward   shal  be 
Joy  unto  thy  soul  returning, 

From  this  perfect  fountain  hed ; 
Freely  as  thou  freely  givest, 

Shal  the  grateful  light  be  shed. 


98  SONGS    OF    LABOR. 

|08-  SONS    OF    TOIL. 

7s.      Tune — Hendon. 

Sons  of  toil,  and  daughters  true, 
To  our  ranks  we  welcome  you . 
This  our  motto,    this   our  song, — 
Set  the  right  against  the  wrong  ! 

Ye   who  toiling    bear  distres, 
Join   our  ranks,    and  labor  bles  ; 
Wage  the  battle  brave  and  strong, 
Fight  for  right   against  the  wrong. 

Ye  who  weary  walk  the  earth, 
Bent  with  toil — no  songs  of  mirth, 
Join  our  ranks,  a  mighty  throng, — 
Strike  for  right  against  the  wrong. 

In  the   shambles,    bought   and   sold, 
Know  ye  not  the  power  of  gold? 
Lest  ye  feel  the-  driver's   thong, 
Strike  for  right  against  the  wrong. 

When  the  conflict  draweth  nigh, 
This  shal  be  our  battle  cry, — 
Fruits  of  toil  to  toil  belong, 
Set  the  right  against  the  wrong  ! 

Horace  M.  Bichards. 


SONGS    OF    TEUTH    AND    BIGHT.  99 

109.      TRUTH   IS    DAWNING. 

8,  7.     Tune—WUmot. 

Truth  is  dawning  !    see  the  morning 

Kindled  over  sea  and    land  ! 
And  the  gilded  hils   ar  warning 

That    the   day-spring  may  not   stand  ! 

Far  adown  it  flows  and  widens, 
Souls   ar  lighted  by   the  blaze, 

And  the   distant  mountain  summits 
Stand  transfigured  with  its  rays. 

Listen  to  the  acclamation, 

Borne    along  from   steep   to  steep  ; 
Nation   calling  unto  nation 

Like  the  surges  of  the  deep. 

Brothers,    onward  !    lo,    our  standard 

Soaring  in  immortal  youth  ; 
We'r  the  vanguard  of  the  nations, 

Girded  with  the  might  of  truth  1 


|  |0.     THE    BIRTH    OF    TEUTH. 

7s.     Tune — Ives. 

Hark,  the  plains  with  music  sound, 
Joy  and  harmony  abound, 
Truth  is    born,   let  brothers   sing 
Praises  to  the  new  born  king. 

Peace  is  come,   good  wil    appears, 
Brothers,   wipe  away  your  tears ; 


100  SONGS    OF    TKUTH    AND    EIGHT. 

Truth  for  you  is  here  to-day, 
Truth   that  never   can   decay. 

Noble  minds,   thro'  mental  night, 
Heard  the  sound  and  saw  the  light ; 
Now  the  sweet  and  dulcet  strains 
Echo  gladnes   thro'   the   plains. 

Brothers,    hail  your  glorious  king  ! 
Richest   tribute   cheerful  bring ; 
Praise  and  love   Truth's  gracious  name, 
And  its  boundles  good  proclaim. 

L.    Webster. 


III.  TKUTH  SHAL  MAKE  US  FKEE. 

C .  M.     Tune —  Coronation. 

Come,    sound    the    praise   of   Truth's  fair 
name, 

Sing  loud  on  shore .  and  sea ; 
Its  worth  has   earned  undying  fame, 

For  Truth  makes  all  men  free. 

Before  its  lessons   grand   and  bright, 
Nations   shal  bend  the  knee, 

And    captives   spring  to  meet    the  light, 
For  Truth  shal  make   them  free. 

Though   Slavery's   dul  and    rusted   chain, 

May  tel  its  time-old  plea, 
And  bind  men's  souls  for  gold  and  gain, 

Yet  Truth  shal  make  them  free. 


SONGS    OF    TRUTH    AND    RIGHT.         101 

Then  sing  again  the  joyful  song, 

Loud  let  our  praises  be  ; 
For  right  at  last  shal  conquer  wrong, 

And  Truth  make  all  men  free. 

Susan  H.  Wlxon. 


112.     STAND  FOR  THE  EIGHT 
C.  M.     Tune— Devizes . 

Be  firm,   be  bold,   be  strong,   be  true, 

And  dare  to  stand    alone  ; 
Strive  for  the  right  whate'er  ye   do, 

Though  helpers  there  ar  none. 

Nay,   bend  not  to  the  swelling  surge 
Of  public  sneer   and  wrong ; 

'Twil  lead  thee  on  to  ruin's  verge, 
With   current  wild  and  strong. 

Stand  for  the  right,    tho'   falsehood    rail, 
And  proud  lips   calmly  sneer; 

A  poisond  arrow  cannot  wound 
A  conscience  pure  and  clear. 

Stand  for  the  right,  and  with  clean  hands 

Exalt  the   truth   on  high  ; 
Thou'lt  find  warm,    sympathising  hearts 

Among  the   passers   by. 

Stand  for  the  right  !  proclaim  it  loud ; 

Thou'lt  find  an   answering  tone 
In   honest  hearts,    and  thou'lt  no  more, 

Be  doomed  to  stand  alone. 


102         SONGS    OF    TEUTH    AND    EIGHT. 

113.  FRIENDSHIP,  LOVE  AND  TRUTH. 
C.  M.       Tune— St.  Martins. 

Three  royal  spirits  walk  the   earth, 

Our  guides  where'er  we   go, 
And  where  their  gentle  footsteps   lead 

There   is   no  human  woe. 

They  smile  upon  the  cradled  child, 
They  bles   the  hearts  of  youth, 

And  age  is  mellowed  by  the  tuch 
Of  Friendship,  Love  and  Truth. 

This  sacred  band  forever  more 

Wil  guard  nur  thorny   way, 
And  those  who  follow  where  they  lead 

Can  never  go  astray ; 

For   God    has   framed  our  nature  such, 
Our  childhood  and  our  youth; 

And   age  is  mellowed  by  the   tuch 
Of  Friendship,   Love,    and  Truth. 


||4,  TIME    STRENGTHENS    RIGHT. 

Tune — Duke    Street. 

Think  think  not  that  martyrs  die  in  vain, 
Think  not  that  truth  so  soon  wil  fail, 

"We   only  break  to  form   again, 
We  only  bow  before  the  gale. 


SONGS    OF    TBUTH    AND    BIGHT.         103 

There  groweth  up  a  mighty    wil, 
And  time  wil  only  give  it  force ; 

It  tendeth  to  an  object  stil, 

Tho'  somewhat  swerving  in  its  course, 

Tho'  vengance  were  the  battle-cry, 
And  fel  revenge  first  drew  the  sword ; 

We  seek  a  nobler  victory, 

More  firm '  in  act,   more  true  in  word. 

And  all  the  failures  in  the  past, 
But  make  the  future  more  secure  ; 

The  triumfs  of  our  cause,   at  last, 
All  bygone  sufferings  ensure. 

Secure  in  truth,   we  wait  the  day, 
As  watchers  wait  the   morning  light ; 

The  false  alone  need  dred  delay, 
For  time  wil  only   strengthen  right. 
Robert  Nicoll. 


J  15.        WHAT    IS    NOBLE? 

8,  7.     Tune — Bousseaus    Dream. 

What  is  noble  ?  That  which  places 
Truth  in  its   enfranchised  wil ; 

Leaving  steps — like  angel  traces — 
That  mankind  may  follow  stil. 

E'en  though  scorn's  malignant  glances 
Prove  him  poorest  of  his  clan, 

He's  the  noble,   who    advances 
Freedom,    and  the  cause  of  man! 


104    SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  CHARITY. 

I  16.  YOUK    RELIGION. 

7.  6.     Tune— Webb. 

Let  love  be  your  religion ; 

Let  justice  be  your  aim ; 
Let  all   that's   good   and  noble 

Your   strict   attention  claim ; 
Do  always    unto  others 

As  you'd  hav  done  to  you; 
"Whatever  you  ar  doing, 

Be  always  good  and  true. 

Let  truth  be  in  your  speeches, 

And  wisdom  in   each  word ; 
Let  all  your  words  be  gentle, 

Let  nothing  else  be  heard ; 
Be  kind  to  all  around  you, 

And  to  yourself  be  true ; 
Then  wil  the  world  respect  you, 

And  honor  what  you  do. 

J.  A.  Lindberg. 


||7 .  LOVE    FOR    ALL.     L.  M. 

Inspired  by  love  may  we  abstain 
From   all  that  givs  our    neighbor  pain, 
And  every  secret  wish  suppres 
That  would  abridge   his  happines. 

Stil  may  we  feel    ourselves  inclined 
To  be  the  trends  of  all  mankind ; 
Soothe  every  grief,   each  want  supply, 
And  aid  their  virtue  and  their  joy. 


SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    CHARITY.        105 

||8.   BENEVOLENCE.  C.  M. 

May  I  posses   an  honest  heart, 

Above  all  selfish  ends; 
Humanely   warm   to  all  mankind, 

And  cordial   to  my   frends. 

May  modest  worth,    without    a    fear, 

Approach  my  open   door  ; 
And  may  I  never  view  a  tear, 

Begardles,    from  the  poor. 

"With  conscious   truth   and  honor,    stil 

My   actions  may  I  guide  ; 
Nor  know  a  dred,    but  that  of  il, 

Nor  scorn  ,  but   that  of  pride. 

Thus  may  I   act   a  duteous   part 

In   Nature's   social   plan ; 
Assured,    the  first   of  moral  laws 

Is — Man   do  good   for   man. 


||9.  GENTLE    WORDS. 

C.  M.  D.      Tune— Brattle    Street. 

The  roses   in   the   Summer  time 

Ar  beautiful   to  me, 
And  glorious  ar  the   many   stars 

That  glimmer  on  the   sea  ; 
But  gentle  words,    and  loving  hearts, 

And  hands  to  clasp    my  own, 
Ar  better   than   the   fairest  flowers, 

Or  stars  that  ever  shone. 


106     SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  CHARITY. 

The  sun  may  warm  the  gras   to  life, 

The   dew,    the   drooping   flower, 
And  eyes  grow  bright  and  watch  the  light 

Of  Autum's  opening  hour ; 
But  words  that  breathe  of  tendernes, 

And  smiles  we  know   ar    true, 
Ar  warmer  than   the   summer   time, 

And  brighter  than  the  dew. 


It  is  not  much  the  world  can  giv, 

With   all   its  subtle   art, 
And  gold   and  gems   ar  not  the   things 

To  satisfy  the  heart; 
But,   oh,   if  those  who  cluster  round 

The  sunny  home   and  hearth, 
Hav  gentle   words   and  loving   smiles, 

How  beautiful  is  earth. 


I  20.  SYMPATHY.  : 

C.  M.      Tune— Downs. 

Let   such   as   feel   oppression's  load 

Thy  tender  pity  share, 
And  let  the  helples,   hopeles  poor 

Be   thy   peculiar   care. 


Go,    bid  the  hungry  orphan  be 
With  thine  abundance   blest  ; 

Invite   the   wand'rer  to  thy  gate, 
And  spred  the  couch  of  rest. 


SONGS   OF   LOVE  AND   CHARITY.  107 

Let  him  who  pines  with  piercing  cold 
By  thee  be  warmed  and  clad ; 

Be  thine  the  blisful  task  to  make 
The  downcast  mourner  glad. 

Then,   pleasant  as  the  morning  light, 
In  peace  shal  pass   thy   days, 

And  heart-approving,    conscious  joy 
Illuminate   thy  ways. 

Morrison. 


|2I.        THINK  GENTLY. 

C.  M.  D.      Tane—Varina. 

Think  gently  of  the  erring  one, 

And  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  staind  by  sin, 

He  is  our  brother   yet ; 
Heir  of  the  same   inheritance, 

Child  of  the   self-same    God; 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 

"Which  we  in  weaknes   trod. 


Speak  gently  to  the  erring  one, 

For  is  it  not  enough, 
That  innocence   and  peace  hav    gone, 

Without   thy   censure   rough? 
It  sure  must  be  a  weary  lot, 

That  sin-crusht  heart  to   bear, 
And  they  who  share  a  happier  fate, 

Their  chidings  wel  may  spare. 


108  SONGS   OF   LOVE   AND    CHARITY. 

122-      NO    EFFORT   FEUITLES. 
C.  M.     Tnm-Heber. 

Scorn   not  the  slightest   word  or   deed, 
Nor   deem  it  void   of   power  ; 

There's  fruit  in   each  wind-wafted  seed, 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 

A  whispered  word  may  tuch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life  ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  il  depart, 

And  stil  unholy  strife. 

No  act  falls  fruitles ;  none  can  tel 
How  vast  its  power  may   be ; 

Nor  what  results   enfolded  dwel 
Within  it   silently. 

Work  and  despair  not;    bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
Peace  is  with  all  who  serve  the  right, 

The  holy,    true,  and  free. 


123.     HOLD  THE  LIGHT.     8,7. 

Ho!   thou  traveler  on  life's  highway, 

Moving   carelesly  along — 
Pausing   not  to   watch   the   shadows 

Low'ring  o'er  the  mighty  throng, 
Stand   aside   and  mark   how  feebly 

Some   are  struggling  in  the  fight, 
Turning  on  thee  wistful  glances — 

Begging  thee  to  hold  the  light. 


SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  CHAKITT.    109 

Look!  upon  the  right  a  brother 

Wanders   blindly   from   the  way ; 
And  upon  the  left  a  sister, 

Frail  and  erring,    turns  astray ; 
One  kind  word  perchance  may  save  them, 

Guide  their  wayward  steps   aright; 
Canst  thou,   then,   withhold  thy  counsel? 

No  ;   but  fly  and  hold  the  light  ! 

Hark  !  a  feeble  wail   of  sorrow 

Bursts  from  the   advancing   throng, 
And  a  little   child  is    groping 

Through  the  darknes   deep  and  long. 
'Tis  a  timid   orfan,    shivering 

'Neath   misfortune's    withering  blight ! 
Friends,  home,  love,  ar  all  denied  her-; 

O,   in  pity  hold   the  light. 


I  24.         SPEAK  GENTLY.  ] 
£  C.  M.     Tune — Henry. 

Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far 
To  rule  by  love  than  fear  ; 

Speak  gently,  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Wil  have  enough  to  bear; 
Pass  throng  this  life  as  best  you  may, 

'Tis  full  of  anxious   care. 

Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 


110    SONGS  OF  LOVE  AND  CHARITY. 

The  sands  of  life  ar  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones, 
They  must  hav  toiled  in  vain; 

Perchance   unkindnes   made  them  so ; 
O,    win  them  back   again ! 

Speak  gently, — 'tis   a  little  thing, 
Dropt  in  the  heart's  deep  wel ; 

The  good,   the  joy  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shal  tel. 


I  25.  BE  KIND.     8,  7. 

Ah  !  be  kind — life  hath  no  secret 

For  our  happines  like  this  ; 
Kindly  hearts   ar  seldom  sad  ones, 

Blesing  ever  bringeth  blis ; 
Lend  a  helping  hand  to  others, 

Smile  tho'  all  the  world  should  frown 
Man  is  man — we  all  ar  brothers, 

Black  or  white  or  red  or  brown. 

Man  is  man  through  all  gradations, 

Little  recks  it  where  he   stands, — 
How   divided  into  nations, 

Scattered  over  many  lands. 
Man   is   man  by  form   and  feature, 

Man  by  vice  and  virtue  too. 
Man — in  all,   one  common  nature 

Speaks,   and  binds  us  brothers,   too. 


SONGS  OF  LOVE   AND   CHABITY.  Ill 

126.     THE    MORN    OF    PEACE. 
7.  6.     Tune—lhe  Watcher. 

The  morn  of  peace  is  beaming, 

Its  glory  wil   appear; 
Behold  its  early  gleaming, 

The  day  is  drawing  near; 
The  spear  shal  then  be  broken, 

And  sheathed  the  glittering  sword, 
The  olive  be  the  token, 

And  peace  the  greeting  word. 

Yes — yes,  the   day  is  breaking ! 

Far  brighter  glows  its  beam ; 
The  nations  round  ar  waking 

As  from   a  mid-night  dream  ; 
They  see  it  radiance  sheding, 

Where  all  was  dark  as  night, 
'Tis  higher — wider  spreding 

A  boundles  flood  of  light. 

Mrs.   Colburn. 


127.  A    NOBLE    DEED, 

Tune — Auld  Laug  Syne. 

A  noble  deed,   a  noble  thought, 

A  motiv  pure   and  high, 
The  throbbing  of  a  great  warm  heart 

Can  never,   never   die ; 
It  shines   through  all  the  passing  years, 

It  lights  their  trubled  flow, 
And  flings  a  ray  of  happines 

Upon  the  hils  of  woe. 


112         SONGS    OF    LOVE    AND    CHARITY. 

|  28-    MIND  WHAT  YOU  SAY.     C.  M.  D. 

In  speaking  of  a  person's  faults 

Pray   don't  forget  your  own ; 
Remember  those  with  homes  of  glass 

Should   seldom  throw  a  stone. 
If  we  hav  nothing  else  to  do 

But  talk  of  those   who  sin, 
'Tis  better  we  should  look  at  home, 

And  from   that  point  begin. 

"We  hav  no  right  to  judge  a  man 

Until  he's  fairly  tried ; 
Should  we  not  like  his  company, 

We  know  the   world  is   wide. 
Some  may  hav  faults — and  who  hav  not  ?-^ 

The   old   as  wel   as  young  ; 
Perhaps  we   may,   for  aught  we  know, 

Hav  fifty  to  their  one. 

I'l  tel   you   of  a  better  plan, 

And  one  that  works  full  wel; 
I  try  my  own  defects  to  cure 

Ere   I   of  others   tel. 
And,    though   I  hope   sometime  to  be 

No  worse  than   some  I  know, 
My  own  short  comings  bid  me  let 

The  faults  of  others  go. 

Then  let  us  all,  when  we  commence 

To  slander  frend  or  foe, 
Think  of  the  harm  one  word  may  do 

To  those  who  little  know. 
Remember   curses  sometimes  like 

Our   chickens    ': roost   at  home." 
Don't  speak  of  others'  faults  until 

We  hav  none  of  our  own. 


SONGS  FOR  SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.         113 

129.        DEDICATION    HYMN.        CM. 

!Let  monumental  pillars  rise, 

In  majesty  sublime, 
Their  lofty  colums  shal  decay 

Before  the  tuch  of  time. 

But  mind,   enlightend  and  refined, 

Shal  soar  beyond  the  sky, 
And    hev'nly  sciences  explore, 

Though  time  itself  should  die. 

This  temple  now  we  dedicate 
.    To  Truth's  supreme   control — 
To  virtue   and  progresive  thought — '■ 
The  riches  of  the  soul. 


130.  EDUCATION.    8,7. 

O  for  such  an  education — 

Knowledge  prosp'ring  in  the  land, 

As  shal  make   this  busy  nation 
Great  in  heart  as  strong  in  hand. 

Knowledge  free  and  unencumbered 
Bounel  by  no  dogmatic  cords, 

Quick'ning  minds  that  long  hav  slumberd 
Dubling  life  by  living  words. 

Knowledge   that   shal  lift  opinion 
High   above  life's   drifting  sanels ; 

Thought  claims  limitles  dominion —    • 
Men  hav  minds  as  wel  as  hands. 


114  SONGS  FOR   SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Shal  we  wait  and  wait  forever, 

Stil  procrastination  rue, 
Self  exertion  trusting  never, 

Always  dream  and  never  do? 

Wait  no  longer — hope,    faith,   labor, 
Make  man  what  he  ought  to  be; 

Never  yet  .hath  gun  or  saber 
Conquerd  such  a  victory. 


|3|.     THE    COMMON    SCHOOL.    8.7. 

The  common  school,  the  common  school, 

We  sing  its  praise  forever; 
O  not  from  its  ennobling  rule 

Can  our  affections  sever. 
How  memory  hallows  every  hour 

Along  its  rlow'ry  mazes, 
And  consecrates  anew  each  power 

Of  thought,   to  sing  its  praises. 

The   common   school,    a  holy  charm 

On  all  its  scenes  reposes ; 
Here  wisdom   stands  with  open  palm, 

To  crown  us  with  her  roses. 
Here   mind  is  might,    nor  can  you  buy 

Diplomas  here  with   dollars  ; 
The  marks   of  true   distinction  lie 

In  being  earnest  scholars. 

The   common   school,    O   let  its  light 
Shine   through  the   country's   story ; 


SONGS  FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.    115 

Here  lies  her  welth,   lier  strength,   her 
might, 

Here  rests  her  future  glory. 
The  past  a  living  witnes  stands, 

On  all,   this  truth  impresing, 
The  common  school  is  to  our  land 

A  source  of  priceles  blesing. 

132.     THE  VOICE  OF  WISDOM. 
S.  M.       Tune— Dennis. 

Once  in  the  busy  streets 

Did  Wisdom  cry  aloud, 
And  then  she   perisht   'mid  the  scofs 

Of  a  misguided  crowd. 

Once  in  the  quiet  grove 

Did  Wisdom's  accents  charm, 

And  then  she  perisht  by  the  blows 
Of  conquest's  iron  arm. 

In  Palestine  and  Greece, 

Thus  Wisdom's  voice  was  husht, 

Yet  echo  oft  the  sound  renewd 

Though  Wisdom's  sons  were  crusht. 

But  ever  in  the  skies, 

In  earth,    and  sea,    and  air, 
Does  Wisdom  teach  the  human  heart, 

And  none  can  crush  her  there. 

Systems  and  teachers  change, 

They  flurish  and  decay, 
But  ne'er  from  nature's  truth  and  love 

Shal  Wisdom  pass  away. 


116        SONGS  FOR   SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

133.  PATRIOTIC    SONG. 

Tune— -Star  Spangled  Banner. 

Ye  sons  of  Columbia  who  bravely  hav 
fought 
For  those  rights  which  unstaind   from 
your  sires   hav  descended, 
May  you  long  taste  the  blesings  your 
valor  has  bought, 
And  your  sons  reap  the  soil  which 
their  fathers   defended ; 
'Mid  the  reign  of  mild  peace 
May  your  nation  increase, 
"With  the  glory  of  Rome,    and  the 
wisdom   of   Greece  ; 
And  ne'er  may    the  sons    of    Columbia 

be   slaves, 
While   the    earth  bears    a  plant  or  the 
sea  rolls  its  waves. 

In  a  clime  whose  rich  vales  feed  the 
marts   of  the   world, 
Whose  shores  ar  unshaken  by  Europe's 
commotion, 
The  trident  of  commerce  should  never 
be  hurld, 
To  increase  the  legitimate  power  of  the 
ocean. 
But  should  pirates  invade, 
Though  in  thunder  arrayed, 
Let  your  cannon    declare   the  free 
charter  of  trade  ; 

For  ne'er  shal   the  sons,  etc. 


SONGS  FOR   SPECIAL   OCCASIONS.         117 

The   fame   of  our   arms,    of  our  laws   the 
mild  sway, 
Had  justly  ennobled  our  nation  in  story, 
Til   the   dark  clouds   of    faction   obscured 
our  bright  day, 
And   envelopt  the  sun   of  American 
glory. 
But  let  traitors   be   told, 
Who  their   country  hav  sold, 
And  bartered  their  God*   for  his 
image  in  gold, 

That  ne'er  shal  the  sons,  etc. 
Thomas  Payne. 


134.  SOCIAL    LOVE. 

L.  M.     Tune — Bonnie  Doon. 

For  gold-bright  suns  in   worlds   above, 
And  blazing  gems  in  worlds    below, 

Our  world  has  Love   and   only  Love, 
For  living  warmth   and  jewel  glow. 

God's   Love  is   sunlight  to   the   good, 
And  Woman's,  pure  as  diamond's  sheen, 

And  Friendship's   mystic  brotherhood, 
In  twilight  beauty  lies  between. 

Milnes. 


*Note. — Besides  designating  the  primal,  evolving 
Force  of  Nature  as  suggested  on  page  9,  the  word 
"God"  may  be  considerd  as  expressing  any  man's 
highest  conception  of  what  is  noblest  and  best  in  the 
universe  or  in  humanity — the  totality  of  all  Good. 


118  SONGS  FOR   SPECIAIi   OCCASIONS. 

I  35.     O  CLING  TO  THE  UNION. 

Tune — Portuguese  Hymn. 

O  cling  to  the  Union  !  that  gallant  old  bark, 

Hath  rode  out  the  storm  when  the  tem- 
pests were  dark  ; 

Her  timbers  were  fram'd  by  a  patriot 
band, 

Who'v    past    on    before    to    the  shadowy- 
land. 

O  cling  to  the  Union  !  for  brothers  we  ar, 
We  can  spare  from  our  flag  not  a  stripe 

or  a  star ; 
Together  united  our  race  let  us  run, 
For    our  hox^es    and    our    aims    and    our 

glory  ar   one. 

O  cling  to  the  Union !  'twas  purchased 
with  blood, 

'Twas  wet  the  tears  of  the  brave  and 
the  good ; 

The  spirits  that  framed  it  hav  gone  to 
their  rest, 

And  the  turf  lieth  green  on  each  pa- 
triot's brest. 

O  cling  to   the   Union !   the  hope   of  the 

world  ; 
Let  the  flag  of  the  free,   on  the  breeze 

be  unfurld, 
Til  Liberty's  song  shal    triumfantly  roll, 
From  ocean  to  ocean,  from  tropic  to  pole. 

Theodore   Wood, 


SONGS   FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  119 

1 36.        FAKMEB'S  SONG.     8.  7. 

Earth,   of  man  the  bounteous  mother, 
Feeds  him  stil  with  corn   and  wine  ; 

He  who  best  would   aid  his   brother, 
Shares   with  him   these   gifts   divine. 

Many   a  power  within  her  bosom 
Noisles,    hidden,   works   beneath : 

Hence  ar  seed,    and    eaf  and  blossom, 
Golden  ear   and  clustered  wreath. 

These  to  swel  with  strength  and  beauty. 

Is  the  royal  task  of  man ; 
Man's  a  king,    his   throne  is  Duty, 

Since  his   work  on  earth  began. 

Bud  and  harvest,   bloom  and  vintage, 
These  like  men,    ar  fruits   of  earth ; 

Stampt  in   clay,    a  hev'nly  mintage, 
All  from   dust  receive   their  birth. 

Barn   and  mil   and   wine-vat's   tresures. 

Earthly  goods  for  earthly  lives, 
These   ar  Nature's   ancient  plesures, 

These  her  child  from  her  derives. 

Wind  and  frost,    and  hour  and  season, 
Land  and  water,    sun   and   shade — 

Work  with  these,    as  bids  thy  reason, 
For  they  work  thy  toil  to  aid. 

Sow  thy  seed  and  reap  in  gladnes  ! 

Man  himself  is   all  a  seed ; 
Hope   and  hardship,   joy  and  sadnes, 

Slow  the  plant  to  ripenes  lead. — Sterling. 


120         SONGS    FOR    SPECIAIi    OCCASIONS. 

137.  FAITH  AND  HOPE. 

8s.      Tune — De  Fleury. 

O   sweet  is   the   season  of  rest, 

When  life's  weary  journey  is   done ; 
The  beam  that    spreds  over  its  west, 

The  last  lingering  ray  of  its  sun. 
Tho'   dreary  the  empire  of  night, 

I  soon  shal  emerge  from  its   gloom, 
And   see  immortality's  light, 

Arise  on  the   shades  of  the   tomb. 

Then  welcome   the  last  hevy  sigh, 

When  these   aching  heart-strings    shal 
break, 
Wlien  deth   shal   extinguish  this  eye, 

And  moisten  with  dew  the  pale  cheek. 
No  terror  the  prospect  begets, 

I  am  not  mortality's  slave ; 
The  sunbeam  of  life  as  it  sets, 

Sheds  a  halo   of  peace  on  the  grave. 


I  38.  MAEMAGE. 

Tune — Portuguese  Hymn. 

When  virtue  and  beauty 

Ar  wedded  in  one, 
And  strength  and  true    manhood, 

Ar  blended  with  fun  ; 
United  together, 

With  rapture  and   song, 
The  lives  will  be  happy, 

And  helthy  and  long  ; 


SONGS  FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.         121 

"With  joys  of  the  home, 

A  great  blesing  attends; 
It  sums  up  the  whole  in 

Wife,   children,   and  frends. 
Now  my  benediction 

Unto  you  is  given; 
May  life  here  be  long, 

And  your  earth  be  a  heven. 


139.      GATHER  YOUR   ROSES. 

8,  7,  Tune — Shining  Shore. 

Gather  your  roses  while  you  may, 

Old  time  is   ever  flying ; 
And  that  same  flower  which  blooms  to-day 

To-morrow  may  be  dying. 

Wisely  improve  the  present  hour, 

Be  innocently  merry, 
Slight  not  the  plesures  in  your  power, 

Which  wil  not,    cannot  tarry. 

Let  virtue  ever  be  your  guide 
While  merged  in  fleeting  plesure ; 

All  other  objects  else  beside, 
Can  prove  no  lasting  tresure. 

Tho'  time  must  fly,  the  leaves  may  fade, 
And  all  things  prove  uncertain, 

In  friendship's  path  we'l  ever  tred, 
Till  deth  shal  drop  the  curtain. 

Abner  Krieeland. 


122  SONGS  FOR  SPECIAIi  OCCASIONS. 

|  40.  HAKVESTED. 

L.  M.     Time — Malvern. 

So  ripe  and  full,   the  gathered  sheaf, 
Why  should  the  harvest  bring  us  grief? 
Hevy  and  bent  by  weight  of  grain, 
Garnered — a  life  not  lived  in  vain. 

Simple  his  life,   to  others  given, 
In  duty  done,  he  found  his  heven — 
The  burden  raised,   the  dried  up  tears, 
His  glorious  crown  through  endles  years. 

Knowing  no  color,   race,   or  creed — 
His  life  one  prayer  of  loving  deed — 
He  too,   at  last,   unfettered,   free, 
Earth's  bondage  leaves  for  liberty. 


141.      WHAT   AKT  THOU  DETH? 
C.  M.      Tune— Arlington. 

What  art  thou  deth,  that  I  should  fear 

The  shadow  of    a  shade? 
What's  in  the  name,  that  meets  the  ear, 

Of  which  to  be  afraid? 

Thou  art  not  care,  thou  art  not  pain, 
But  thou  art  rest  and  peace ; 

'Tis  thou  canst  make  our  terrors  vain, 
And  bid  our  torments  cease. 


SONGS    FOR    SPECIAL    OCCASIONS.         123 

Thy  hand  can  draw  the  rankling  thorn 
From   out  the   wounded   brest ; 

Thy  curtain  screens  the  wretch  forlorn, 
Thy  pallet  brings  him  rest. 

Misfortune's  stings,    affection's  throes, 
Destruction's    pois'nous    breth — 

The  world  itself,   and   all  its   woes, 
Ar  swallowed  up  in   deth. 

Then  let  us  pass  our  lives  in  peace, 

The  little  time  we  stay ; 
Nor  let  our  acts  of  frendship   cease 

Til  life  shal  fade  away. 


142.  THEY    CANNOT    DIE. 
L.  M.      Tune—Hamburg. 

Say  not  they  die,  those  martyr  souls 
Whose  life  is  wingd  with  purpose  fine ; 

Who  leave  us,  pointing  to  the  goals ; 
Who  learn  to  conquer  and  resign. 

Such  cannot  die,  they  vanquish  time, 
And  fil   the  world  with  growing  light, 

Making   the  human  life   sublime 

With  memories  of  their  sacred  might. 

They  cannot  die  whose  lives  ar  part 
Of  that  great  life  which  is  to  be  ; 

Whose  hearts  beat  with  the  world's  great 
heart, 
And  throb  with  its  high  destiny. 


124  DOXOIiOGIES. 

LONG   METER. 

Let  all  with  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  great,   unknown,  eternal  Power, 
Whose  certain  laws  we  seek  to  know 
And  then  a  glad  obedience  show. 


To  Nature's   God  let  praises  flow  ; 
He  dwels  with  men  on  earth  below ; 
His  reign  is  love — no  monarch's  throne— 
His  life  in  earth   and  heven  ar  one. 

COMMON    METER. 

To  Science,    Truth  and  Reason,   all 
Our  heartfelt  praise   is  given ; 

For  they  wil  bring  the  reign  of  Love 
And  make  of  earth   a  heven. 

To  Wisdom,   Mercy,    Truth  and  Love 

We  pay  the  homage  due ; 
May  all  the  virtues  more   abound, 

And  these  our  hearts  renew. 

SHORT    METER. 

To  Wisdom,   Power,   and  Love, 

The  God  which  all  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,   is  now, 

And  shal  be  evermore ! 
8,  7. 
May  the  grace  of  mother  Nature, 

And  the  light  of  Reason's  ray, 
With   our  honest,   firm   endeavor, 

Guide  our  feet  in  Wisdom's  way, 
|| :  From  it,   never  :|; 
May  we  needles  turn  away. 


125 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 

A  large  majority  of  the  tunes  whose  names  ar 
given  in  connection  Avith  the  songs  of  this  book, 
may  be  found  in  the  ordinary  Tune  books  used  in 
congregational  singing. 

LONG  METER. 
NAME.  NO.  OF  SONG. 

Bonnie  Doon 15,134 

Duane  Street,  (double) 14 

Duke  Street 8,  21,  114 

Federal  Street 11,  23,  99 

Hamburg 28,  72,  117 

Hebron 4,  24,  79 

Herald 25,  74 

Malvern 27 

Old  Hundred 1,  66 

Retreat 17,  26 

Rockingham 3 

Uxbridge 88 

COMMON    METER. 

Antioch  33,51,82 

Arlington 34.141 

Auld  Lang  Syne ' 39.  68,  70 

Brattle  Street,  (double) 60,  119.  128 

Brown 50,83,95 

Coronation 52,  TO,  111 

Devizes 29, 112, 118 

,  Downs 90,  120 

Heber 9,  122 

•Henry 71,  101,  124 

Manoah 18,  80 

Orton ville 12,  22,  93 

St.  Martins 59,113,  129 

Swan  wick 13,  85 

"Varina,  (double) 100, 121 

Warwick 2,  48,  104 

SHORT  METER. 

Dennis 132 

Shirland 81 

Silver  Street 62 


126 

PECULIAR  METER. 

NAME.  NO.  OF  SONG. 

H.  M.    Lenox 49,57 

6,  6,4.    America 61 

New  Haven 38 

Italian  Hymn 67 

7  s.  Hendon 87,  96,  109 

Ives  (double)   20,  110 

Pleyel's  Hymn 6 

Toplady  (6  lines) 35 

7,  6.        Missionary  Hymn 54,  96 

Webb 78 

The  Watcher  (I  want  to  be  Angel) 116,  126, 

8  s.         De  Fleury,  '•  How  tedious  and  tasteles  " 137 

8,7.        Autumn  (double)   10,16,91 

Harwell  (double) 36,  69,  89 

Nettleton  (double) 75,  107,125 

Roussean's   Dream  (Greenville) 53,  115 

"Sister  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely," 77,94, 

Shining  Shore 131,  139 

Sicily  (Sicilian  Hymn) 5,  73,  92 

Violet  (•'  Go  forget  Me.".) 47,  97 

Wilmot 98,  109,  130 

8,  8, 6.    Ariel 106 

SPECIAL  TUNES. 

Bethany  (Nearer  My  God,  to  Thee) . ... 43 

Bruce's  Address, 7,  86 

Hold  the  Fort 32,  55,  84 

Home  Sweet  Home 30 

Homes  'round  us  here 44 

I  need  thee  every  hour 46 

Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by 42 

Last  Rose  of  Summer 63 

Life  on  the  Ocean  Wave 93 

Might  with  the  Right 19 

Pull  for  the  Shore 37 

Rise  my  Soul  (Amsterdam) 58 

Star  Spangled  Banner 133 

Sweet  By  and  By 31 

There  is  a  Happy  Land 56 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 45 

What  shal  harvest  be 41 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 40 

Yankee  Boodle , , .'. 64,  65 


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The  speling    reform  should  be  encour- 
aged, because,  with  a  rational  orthografy, 

1 — Children  or  adults  wil  learn  to  read  in  a 
tenth  part  of  the  time  now  necessary. 

2 — People  who  read  wil  acquire  a  habit  of 
correct  pronunciation,  because  that  co- 
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4 — The  acquisition  of  Reading  and  Writing 
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whom  it  is  now  unattainable. 

5 — Provincialisms  wil  disappear,  as  the 
number  of  those  who  can  read  wel  in- 
creases, because  each  printed  word  wil 
almost  compel  correct  pronunciation. 

6 — By  the  omission  of  useles  letters,  at  least 
one  tenth  part  of  time,  labor  and  space 
in  writing  and  printing  wil  be  saved. 
Headers  can  calculate  the  saving  in  dol- 
lars and  cents  for  themselves. 

7 — The  English  Language,  already  acknowl- 
edged to  be  the  most  concise  yet  simple 
and  copious  of  modern  tongues,  wil  be 
accepted  by  foreign  nations  as  the  com- 
mercial language  of  the  world  and  be 
generally  used  for  inter-communication. 


REVISED  AND  SIMPLIFIED  SPELINC 

SHOULD  BE  NOT  ONLY  ADVOCATED 

BUT     PI^A.OTISED. 


First ;  on  account  of  the  benefits  which  wil  result, 
not  only  to  English  speaking  peoples  but  to  foreigners. 

Second  ;  because  the  weight  of  authority  in  its 
favor  is  immense.  Its  importance  is  urged  by  the  most 
eminent  Filologists  and  Educators,  as,  for  instance,  Max 
Muller  of  Oxford  University,  England,  Dr.  Skeat  of 
Cambridge  University,  Eng.,  Gladstone  the  Premier  of 
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Yale  College,  Professors  Trumbull,  March,  Haldeman, 
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